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Aaron's Game
Chapter 10: Sweet Revenge

by Redspkscott

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Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 16 Jan 2017

Aaron’s Game – Chapter Ten: Sweet Revenge

Craig was nice enough to let me go back to the penthouse to clean off his cum and the stuff he used on me. As we were warned, the itching powder wouldn’t wash off, but it had weakened quite a bit. I still was unable to stop myself from reaching back now and then and rubbing my ass crack to try to relieve the inflammation. It did no good at all. I had been planning to try the itching powder on Max and hadn’t gotten around to it, but at least I knew now what the experience would feel like.

The penthouse was empty. Max, Rico and Jeffrey must have been off auditioning coaches. Based on what they said they were looking for, they were likely to return back home with nicely blistered bottoms. Reuben was nowhere to be seen.

I jumped into Craig’s car this time and he drove us over to the amusement park. It still didn’t have a name.

Maybe they should name it in honor of Luis, somehow, I said as we wandered in. Yao recognized us from our last visit and waved us over again.

Hey guys, he said. You’ll see there’s a lot more work done. We’re looking at a big grand opening in about a week or so.

That’s awesome! Craig said. We both smacked him firmly on his butt with our paddles as we headed in.

Craig wanted to check out his pranks shop and meet the executive that had arrived to oversee its actual operations.

I haven’t paddled an executive yet, he said, grinning.

We split up and I headed over toward the Hall of Fear. Passing by some of the rides, I saw some of them had incorporated pain into them. There were spinning swings where riders were suspended horizontally in restraints with their asses hanging out. As they spun around, flexible leather straps struck their bottoms. I noted a couple of hunters working with the blue collars to make the ride work to perfection, given their expertise in restraints. And then the blue collars were also recruited to test the ride thoroughly.

There was also a carousel that did allow riders a typical sitting position. Except they did so over large dildos that thrusted up and down as the horses rode in the circle, getting fucked very thoroughly. Riders were restrained (again with the help of hunters) and had no choice once they got on but to accept the ass-ramming until the ride came to a halt. I assumed some of these people who enjoyed these rides were not given much choice on riding them in the first place.

Not all the rides had anything to do with pain though. Some were just honestly fun – a bit of a breather from the pain and domination. It turned out the roller coasters were just going to be roller coasters. I imagined, though, their seats were nice and hard, and riding on some of the bumpier machines with a recently punished bottom might add to the suffering.

The midway looked ready to go. The stands were all in place and it looked like they worked out the restraints to hang the prizes from the ceiling. A couple of them were operating to give people a taste of what the full midway would be like when running. One stand required players to knock over a pyramid of bottles with baseballs in order to win the prize of a previous loser currently hanging helplessly from the roof of the stand, bound and gagged. They had a sign up with the rules, and I noticed they had made a little adjustment. Rather than just the flat two hours of punishment – either handing it out as a winner or receiving it as a loser, you could wager up to four hours. The more you wagered, the fewer chances you received to win, and losing meant more time as a possible prize. But if you won, you got to pick a victim to torment for four hours.

This stand was obviously designed to appeal to golden boys, and there were several gathered around, some playing, some losers hanging as prizes, and some using nearby benches to punish the prizes they had won with both spankings and forced sex. There were also a couple of blue collars and even a few producers as prizes.

There was another stand that seemed designed for the commandos. It was a shooting gallery using these interesting guns that shot round, rubber bullets. The losers of this game didn’t get to just hang helplessly from the ceiling waiting to be chosen. They were bound up and used as the targets, their asses presented through holes in the far wall of the stand. There were small circles painted on the center of each cheek and a third around their asshole. The cheeks scored a point each. Hitting the center scored five points. The higher your wager, the more points you had to score to win. As with the other stand, the wager also indicated how long you’d be tormented should you lose. I watched a commando shoot at the bare bottom of one of his fellow soldiers. Each shot caused the victim to yelp in severe pain. The bullet bounced off his cheek leaving a nice little bruise. Then he hit the guy right in the hole and he howled in pain.

That’s what you get for not being a better shot, son, he said with an unexpected drawl. Gotta work on that aim. I looked the commando over to see that his colors were green, gray and purple. So he was a leader of some sort within the commandos, but what did purple mean for them?

I watched the guy shoot for a little while longer, tormenting the commando’s butt with rubber bullets. By the time it was over he was already crying.

You won! the producer operating the stand said. You can either select your target as a prize or any of the others here.

Well, he’s one of my own men so no point in picking him, he said. I beat his ass all the time already. Gimme that blue collar over there. Nice butt on that one.

Nice aim, I said to the commando as his producer operating the stand pulled a bound up, muscle-bound blue collar out from among the targets for him.

The Painfather saw fit to give me some pretty good eyesight, he said with a nod.

I’m Aaron, I said to him, offering up my hand. He shook it with a smile.

I’m Capt. Cody, he said. He had close-cropped blond hair and sideburns. He was well-tanned with what seemed like an easy-going nature that was a little calmer than the commandos I’d seen so far. I noticed that the other commandos here also had purple as secondary colors.

You guys are the first commandos with purple I’ve seen, I said. What’s your role?

Intelligence and communications, Cody said. Keeping an eye on the other factions, serving as community liaisons, that sort of thing.

Looks like you guys know how to fight, too, I said.

That we do, Cody said.

So did your squad arrange the plans for that assault on the punks in that park? I asked.

I can’t discuss specific operations, Cody said. But that is the kind of thing we do. He gave me a quick wink.

Did you guys come up with this? I asked, pointing to the shooting gallery.

That, I’m happy to take credit for with my team here, he said. What do you think?

It actually looks like fun! I said.

You sound surprised, he said.

Well, you’ve kind of developed a reputation for being a bit serious, I said.

Maintaining order is our duty, and we do take it seriously, he said. But the Painfather saw fit to make Luis and stick a few of us fun-loving, creative types into the commandos. As long as everybody accepts his role where the Painfather put him, there’s some wiggle room. Especially for a nice ass. We both laughed.

So is this park on your potential list of targets for domination? I asked.

I think we both know I’m not gonna answer that kind of question, he said. I nodded.

Well, it’s good to see that there’s come creative minds among you guys, I said. If your guys come after us, I want the fight to be interesting.

I’m betting it’s gonna be, he said. Not that I’m saying we have anything in planning, mind you.

I winked back at him and started heading over to the Hall of Fear. After a few steps I quickly turned my head to look back and noticed him checking out my ass. I gave him a thumb’s up and kept walking. He laughed. I felt a little better knowing that there were fun types among the commandos. It seemed likely that our two factions were going to clash eventually. It was good to know that there could be fun to be found in the fights. I mentally added Cody to the list of commandos I wanted to get my hands on.

I headed over to the Hall of Fear to see Joss and the hunters had already started leaving their marks on it. There were a couple of punks doing some painting on the exterior of the large building. Rather than just the bloodshot eyes, the punks were painting outlines of men in black robes, faces cloaked in shadow, all holding paddles at the ready. When the punks were done, the entire building would be decorated with a threatening crew of men waiting to beat visitors’ asses. I noticed the punks’ colors were orange, black and, blue. Orange and blue seemed a little contradictory to me, but the black indicated an interest in helping out the hunters. Levi and I shared both gold and purple, so that must be why he seemed less rebellious toward me than the commandos.

I walked up to the front to see that there was a small line of guys waiting to enter the hall. It was a good mix of golden boys, producers, blue collars, and there were even a couple of commandos. They all wanted to test their luck to see if they could make it through with their asses intact.

The hunters had also added some loudspeakers near the entrance that sounded like they were feeding sound from inside the Hall of Fear. Guys were able to hear in line those who had failed to navigate the traps inside and were being punished. I stopped for a moment to listen. The hunters had definitely amped up the harshness of the punishment inside, if the cries were actually coming from the hall’s victims.

A couple of burly men in black robes were now overseeing the entrance to the hall. Based on their rough demeanor, it was obvious they were hunters, not producers. They also no longer offered visitors the choices Craig and I were offered. They just grabbed the next guy in line, bound his arms behind his back, blindfolded him, and forced him through the entry to the Hall of Fear with a firm kick in the ass.

Is Joss around? I asked one of the guys at the gate. Now that I was close, I remembered him as one of my tormenters that fateful night, but I didn’t know his name.

Give me a minute, he said and headed inside the hall. I waited and watched as a couple of guys stumbled out of the exit. They were producers, and the seats of their tight jeans had been ripped off and their asses blistered. Their eyes were red from bawling. They whimpered in pain as a hunter roughly removed their restraints.

How long were we in there? one asked.

I think about six hours? the other said, clutching his bottom after his arms were freed.

Wait, where’s Gary? The first one asked. They both looked at the dark doorway they came through.

Looks like the hall claimed a tribute, the hunter said.

What does that mean?

It means you’ll have to come back later when the hall is done with him, he growled. Or, you could press your luck and go back in to try to rescue him. He held up the arm restraints again. I’ll even move you to the front of the line!

Then above them all, the door to one of the balconies of the building burst open. A hunter dragged out a bound producer, ripped the seat out of his jeans just like the other guys, bent him over the railing, and started paddling his already red ass very, very hard. His howls of pain echoed across the plaza in front of the building.

Um, let’s go check out some of the other rides, the second producer said.

Yeah, um, let Gary know we’ll be back in a bit. The two of them hustled off quickly while the hunter smirked at them.

By that point, the hunter at the entrance returned with Joss following behind. Joss was wearing the same black robes as the others, but pulled his hood back so he could look me in the eye better. Of course, he still had that same penetrating stare that made it hard to look away.

Here to see what we’ve done with the place? he asked.

Not yet. I promised Craig we’d try it again together, I said. I wanted to talk to you about Patron Brick’s orders. Do you have some time to chat?

Sure, he said. Wait just a moment, though. I have something to show you. It’s too bad Craig isn’t here.

What do you mean?

He walked over to one of the shutters that concealed windows on the first story.

Wait a moment, he said. We stood there for a minute or two. Suddenly the shutters swung open. A hunter in robes had a bound man with a beefy black bottom across his lap and was paddling him good and hard. After a second I realized the hunter was Joss’s buddy, Edgar. Then I noticed the victim’s shorts pulled down. They were red.

Reuben? I yelled. Is that Reuben?

Yup, sure is.

I didn’t think he’d be the type to try out the Hall of Fear.

We didn’t give him a choice.

Is this a bounty?

Yup. Seems like some fans of Craig’s were upset that he got dragged into your rivalry and got punished and decided to get back at Reuben, Joss said. I laughed. It’s not as rough as what you boys went through. It’s only five hours. Craig needs to get some more fans, still.

I watched for a few minutes as Reuben’s ass bounced in pain from Edgar’s Lexan paddle. He yelled and demanded to be let go, but Edgar just laughed. It was a shame he was blindfolded. I would have loved to see his reaction if he knew I was watching him.

Well let’s talk while we head over to Craig’s prank shop, I said. We can tell Craig and he can come see Reuben get his ass beaten himself.

As we walked, Joss filled me in a little bit on some of the changes to the Hall of Fear. As it appeared, there was now only the cruelest mode of exploring the halls. Doing so allowed them to use the entire building for the maze, which extended the length of the journey, the amount of traps, and the potential amount of suffering visitors would face.

So did you boot the producers out entirely? I asked.

Nah, they’re our brothers in purple, after all, Joss said. They set it up to record guys’ journeys through the Hall and then provide them copies they can watch so they can see what they missed because they were blindfolded.

Cool! I said.

And they’re going to do a little show about Hall on the purple channel showing how we keep it fresh with changing traps and beating guys’ asses and stuff. It’s only once a week though, not like your gladiator network. That’s okay. We don’t want to give away all the secrets in there and ruin the fun.

So you guys are good with tech and engineering it seems like, I said.

Yup, Joss said. Especially when it comes to anything that restrains or puts a guy in a situation where we can inflict some nice, fun pain. Edgar and I really like traps. I think that must be our purple influence.

Good, I said. You’re hired. Edgar, too.

For what?

To use those sexy mechanical skills to help make sure gladiators get our asses beat good and raw, I said.

What about the spanking tubes? he asked.

Those are awful for us, I said. I went over our position with him that the spanking tubes separate the fans from seeing the gladiators’ response to pain and he nodded in understanding.

Yeah, everybody’s talking about the way we punished you and Craig, Joss said. But hardly any buzz when gladiators get put in the spanking tubes.

We want all our losses to be like when you guys got your hands on me and Craig.

That’s not realistic though with so many of you guys, Joss said. I mean, there’s a lot of us, more than there are of the gladiators, but you guys are going to be fighting so often, you’d end up taking up all our time. I mean, I would love spending all my time paddling gladiator ass, but that’s just me.

Yeah, I heard you talking to Brick while I was being tormented, Aaron said. I didn’t understand then but when he came to me to order me to work with you, I got it.

So what are you proposing?

I have a plan for punishment that you guys will be able to help out with, depending on how the other gladiators respond to a survey we’re putting together. We do need spanking machines, but they have to be different from the spanking tubes. I was hoping you guys would be willing to help us with that, and maybe some tech stuff for the actual fights themselves. Craig’s putting that together.

Sure, sounds like it’ll be hot, Joss said. I can’t exactly say no, anyway, given my pledge to Brick.

Brick demonstrated to me what happens to guys who disappoint him, I said.

Yeah, Joss laughed. I haven’t gotten my ass beaten by him yet. But I’m sure I probably will eventually.

Has anybody beaten your ass yet? I asked. He gave me a wide grin.

Not yet, he said. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

Edgar and I hooked up as buddies pretty early, Joss said. The only guys who can threaten us are commandos and you golden boys. Having two of us together discouraged attempts to take us down in those early days before we got more organized.

I half-wanted to jump him right now to see if I could take him down, but there were too many people, and we passed by other hunters here and there. They’d come to his aid. They weren’t like golden boys. If Joss jumped me, the other golden boys would watch and make me fight my own way out, and if I lost, then I deserved to get my ass beaten. Hunters and commandos were both different.

There’s one other thing I’d like to do with you guys, I said.

What’s that? he asked.

Do you think that there are enough hunters to say assign a particular hunter to a particular gladiator?

In what sense?

When it comes to your bounties, I explained. What if, for example, all bounties against my ass were to be administered by you and only you? He smirked at the idea.

I could go for that, he said. But why would you want to do this?

Craig and I want to try to incorporate bounties into the actual gladiator program somehow, I said. To keep us on our toes even when we’re not fighting. And we want to incorporate our fans in deeper into the program. Give them a stake in our status in the league.

So each gladiator would have his own personal hunter on his ass? he asked.
That’s the idea. Under certain triggers we’re still working out, I said. But it would involve the hunters agreeing to a different set of rules just for us.

Will these new rules result in gladiators being subjected to more punishment from us or less? He asked.

What do you think? I said. He grinned.

I think we can make this work, he said. But I’m gonna insist on making your little hypothetical example part of the agreement. Your ass is mine to hunt. He reached over and smacked me on the butt with his paddle, hard, as we walked into Craig’s prank shop.

Craig had things well in hand at the shop, by which I meant Rafe, the executive who had shown up to organize the place. Craig had him forcefully bent over a table with his pants pulled down and was demonstrating various shop items on his bouncing bottom as he whimpered in pain. His tie colors were grey, purple and blue.

These guys’ suits are hiding a killer body, Craig said. Rafe’s got a nice ass here. He certainly did, big and round like everybody else’s. His light brown skin was turning a nice colorful red, and his cheeks quivered as a result of Craig using the fire oil and itching cream on his ass just like he did to me.

I wanted to make sure he understands how all the merchandise works if he’s going to run my shop, he said.

I understand! He wailed. I understand, sir!

He calls me sir, Craig said. That’s hot.

Joss filled him about Reuben’s torment back at the Hall of Fear.

Ooh! Craig said. I want to go watch. Let me just wrap things up here. He pulled down his shorts and jock and lubed up his cock. Rafe winced and moaned as Craig fucked him bent over a display table, the same way he had Tucker the first time we visited the shop. After a few minutes Rafe’s cries of pain lessened as the sex became slightly more pleasurable. After a few minutes Craig orgasmed and Rafe practically began to sing with the pleasure he felt as Craig’s cum changed the nature of the fire oil.

Now you know how it all works, Craig said as Rafe clutched his sore bottom. The good news for you is, as the supervisor here, I’m giving you permission to do what I just did to you to the workers here in order to demonstrate our products for our customers.

Thank you, sir, Rafe said.

And, obviously, I give you full clearance to punish the workers here as you see fit. Keep ’em in line.

Absolutely, sir, Rafe said as carefully redressed. I’ve already introduced them to the spanking tube when they start getting lazy.

Good to hear, Craig said. Now what were my orders earlier?
One, sign for the shop, Rafe said. Two, see if it’s possible to make a lube with the fire oil already in it.

That sounds interesting, Joss said.

The idea came to me when I was fucking Aaron earlier, Craig said. It would make it a lot easier to combine them both. You have two days, Rafe. When I come back, that sign better be there or your ass is gonna pay.

Yes, sir!

In the meantime, I had a kernel of an evil idea thinking about Reuben’s situation. I went over to the various spanking implements Craig’s shop had available and picked out a nice riding crop, along with a bit-shaped gag and a leash.

What are you doing? Craig asked.

Feeding the rivalry, I said. You’ll see.

Craig, Joss and I headed back to the Hall of Fear, chatting some more about our ideas for the fights and the involvement of the hunters. Craig was glad to hear that Joss was on board. Once we got back, I told Joss he’d get more from us through e-mail. He smacked each of us on the ass firmly with his paddle again and then headed back into the Hall of Fear to torment more visitors.

If I don’t see you guys back in here within a couple of days for another visit, we’re going to drag your asses in here ourselves, he warned as he left. We actually don’t have to wait on any bounties to bust your asses, you know.

We stood outside and watched the rest of Reuben’s punishment. This time Edgar handled the whole deal – five hours of non-stop Lexan paddling. Reuben’s body had surrendered by the time we returned. His beefy butt was raised in the air in acceptance of his torment, bouncing with each swat, but not flinching. He cried and still begged for mercy, though. They fed his punishment out through the loudspeakers, so everybody standing outside waiting could listen in on his humiliation.

When the time was up, Edgar reached over and pressed a button on the wall. The shutters closed again and we could no longer see what was going on.

It would be funny if they made him struggle his way through the whole Hall of Fear, too, Craig said. I laughed at the idea, but a few minutes later, we saw Edgar drag Reuben out of the exit. He dumped the Gladiator on the ground and then removed Reuben’s restraints and blindfold. Reuben just lay there for a few minutes, his shorts pulled down, catching his breath and sniffling from the pain.

Your bounty has been claimed, Edgar said. You are exempt from any future bounties for a week. Edgar then left him there and returned inside the Hall of Fear to find more guys to torment.

Reuben eventually began to rub his ass, while still laying on the pavement in front of the Hall of Fear. Finally he looked up and noticed us.

You two, he growled, still hoarse from crying. This is that fucker’s fault. He pointed at Craig.
You were the one who finger fucked me all the way home and forced me into the rivalry, Craig said.

I’ll get you fuckers back, he said.

I remember your promise when you did that, too, I said as I walked over to him. He had gotten up on his hands his knees, which was exactly where I wanted him. You said every time we lost and got our butts paddled raw, you were going to be there to walk us home with those fingers of yours molesting our asses the whole way home.

Damn right, he said.

Well, this is what I’m going to do whenever you lose, I said. Then I climbed onto his back and straddled him.

What the fuck? he snarled. He tried to buck me off, but he was exhausted from his relentless punishment from Edgar. I took the bit gag I had grabbed from Craig’s shop and forced into his mouth. He tried to spit and bite me, but it didn’t do any good. Soon he was growling and no doubt threatening me from behind the gag. He shook his head back and forth, angry at me, but I attached the leash to the back of the gag with little difficulty.

Craig, if you don’t mind, you’ll have to drive home alone, I said. Reuben here is giving me a ride. I sat astride the muscleman as he struggled to accept my weight. He shook his head no in defiance.

Oh, really, I said. I pulled out the riding crop and reached forward and dangled it in front of him so that he could see. He just looked over his shoulder up at me and narrowed his eyes, still refusing to move. So I reached back and THWAP! I swatted his big left cheek hard with the riding crop. His back stiffened and he screamed in his gag. Normally the little swat would barely even sting a guy like Reuben, but hours of punishment at Edgar’s hands had left his bottom nice and tender.

Walk, I ordered. He shook his head no again. THWAP! His other cheek. He began to cry in pain again. After a couple of seconds he slowly began to crawl on his hands and knees, giving me a ride on his back. His blistered ass was exposed in his jock, his shorts pulled down to his thighs.

Craig followed us out of the park, which took a little while. Periodically I would lash Reuben with the crop to keep him moving. Small crowds gathered to watch us crawl by, and eventually Paul showed up with the camera to record for television.

So whenever you lose a match, I explained as we crawled out of the park, You can expect to see me waiting for you after your punishment is over, waiting to give you company on the way home just like this. He whimpered again as I whipped his bottom again with the crop.

Stop complaining, I said. You started this. Didn’t you? He didn’t respond. I whipped him again. Didn’t you? This time he nodded.

It was a nice, long walk home. The travel was as slow as it was when Reuben made me and Craig tiptoe back to the condo with his fingers up our asses.

You deserve this, don’t you? He didn’t respond to the question. I lashed him four times in quick succession with the crop. You deserve this, don’t you? Finally I noticed his head nod in agreement.

You let the hunters catch you out and you got caught, I said. You lost. This is what you get when you lose. He whimpered as he walked. I had developed a healthy erection thanks to the amused audience watching him carry me home. He could probably feel it pressing against his back.

It was pretty late at night by the time we got back to the condo. I made him bear my weight all the way through the lobby, into the elevator and up to the condo. I noticed that Max, Rico and Jeffrey were all in bed, asleep. Thanks to our glass walls, I could look over at Max. He was stripped down to his jock, sleeping on his stomach. His ass was red and bruised. He must have found his coach. I figured I’d get the details in the morning. Craig was sitting on the couch, fiddling on his laptop while he waited for us.

Out onto the deck, I ordered. Reuben complained in his gag and I lashed him with the crop again. He cried out, but relented and crawled out by the pool.

Grab some lube, I said to Craig. Let’s have some fun.

Reuben whimpered and shook his head, but he knew he was way too tired to resist. Craig joined us on the deck. He handed me the lube and then kneeled down next to Reuben and held his head down in an armlock to keep him on his hands and knees. I lubed up and got on my knees behind him.

I haven’t fucked him since our very first day, I said. Let’s see how it feels now. I pushed my way in, and his hole was as deliciously tight as it was the very first time. He yelped in pain in his gag, and Craig held tightly onto him to keep him from crawling away. I fucked his ass good and hard, enjoying the feel of his scorching hot cheeks as my hips slammed into him. It wasn’t long before Reuben and I were both moaning. I took it slow, a good twenty minutes before I came, shooting a decent amount of cum into his thick butt.

Your turn, I said to Craig. You haven’t fucked him yet, have you?

Nope, Craig said as we switched position.

This is going permanently mark you as part of the rivalry, I said. Reuben nodded furiously in my armlock. I laughed.

Then I better make sure I enjoy it, Craig said as he forced his way into Reuben’s back door. Reuben yelped and squirmed and I focused on keeping him down so Craig could enjoy fucking him. Craig went for his faster, harder thrust, because he liked it when sex hurt (both as a top and a bottom). Reuben moaned and whimpered in the gag for another 15 minutes while Craig fucked the hell out of him. Eventually Craig jazzed in his ass as well and they both relaxed.

Finally I took Reuben’s gag off.

You motherfuckers, he moaned. Craig and I both began to laugh. After a few moments, despite his anger, Reuben began to laugh a little as well.

I’ll get you back for this, He wheezed.

And then we’ll get you back for whatever that was, I said.

Or our fans will, Craig added. Then the three of us all started laughing again.

Next: Paddle Party

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