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Aaron’s Game – Chapter Twelve: Fresh Meat
Yeah, Bossman! Yeah! Come on! Fuck, yeah!!!
Faster, boy, or you’ll get the paddle again!
My mind felt a little fuzzy as I woke up. I realized this was due to the beer. I shook my head as I sat up in bed and looked around for the noise. Through the glass walls I could see Reuben being serviced by his new baseball-playing tenant, Johnny. Reuben was lying on his bed on his back. Johnny had straddled him and his ass was bouncing up and down on Reuben’s erect cock. So Reuben was able to fuck Johnny while still making Johnny do the work. Johnny’s bare ass was nice and red. Reuben still had his paddle in hand as he fucked Johnny, and occasionally he would reach up and swat Johnny’s ass.
I got up and padded my way over to the shower as memories of last night came back. We were a full house now and there were guys wandering around everywhere in states of undress. Producers Victor and Paul were here, too, interviewing the new tenants, getting profiles of them for our television show.
To my amusement, I found Craig and Lance wrestling on the floor of the shower, naked, surrounded by hot water and steam. I watched them as I washed off. This was their fight to determine who the landlord would be. While Lance was an extremely skilled wrestler, the difference between his style and the gladiator form of grappling soon became clear. Wrestlers won through points, showing their skills in holds and reverses and throws. Gladiators were just interested in forcing their opponent into a position that allowed unfettered access to his helpless ass. It didn’t have to look pretty. Craig had his paddle in hand and pounded Lance’s bottom whenever he had any sort of control. After a while, Craig forced Lance onto his stomach on the tiles and clinched his victory by raping the squirming wrestler.
Who’s the landlord this month? Craig growled in Lance’s ear. Lance continued to struggle and
yelp in pain for a little bit, but when it was clear to him that he couldn’t escape Craig’s hold, his
body relaxed and his ass raised up in submission.
You are, Lance said. He winced as the Craig fucked him good and fast.
Damn right, Craig said.
I’m sick of getting sloppy seconds with Max – no offense,
Aaron – so you can expect to be dealing with my morning wood every day.
Speaking of which, Max said as he came up behind me in the shower, naked, and craned his head
over my shoulder to watch.
I have to get to practice, so I need my morning fuck.
Need it, do you? I said as Max grinned at me.
You sure you don’t secretly have pink in
you somewhere? I directed him out to the pool and ordered him to lay on his stomach on a lounge so
I could mount him. He moaned as I fucked him, his ass raised up just slightly. I leaned my head forward
to nibble on his ear and whisper into it.
You like being fucked by me? I whispered.
You want to fuck me again, though, right?
Yeah, yeah I do.
Good. I wasn’t kidding about you taking that giant dick to my ass if you ever beat me.
If I ever beat you, I’m going to fuck you every single morning, just like this, he said.
as long as I can keep control.
Good, I said.
I’m not like Reuben over there. You saw the guys I picked.
Yeah, he said.
I like them.
All of them have the potential to top me. You, too.
You think so?
I do. The idea of you beating me turns me on, I said.
Yeah, but don’t expect me to throw any of these fights. You have to earn it. That’s what makes
it fun. Just like when Craig or Reuben beat me.
I began to kiss his neck and fuck him faster. We both began moaning together until I reached climax and squirted a load between his cheeks, still a bit bruised from last night’s party punishment. We uncoupled, and when he got up, his huge cock was at full attention, just begging to fuck somebody. He stared at it and sighed. His coach told the team they weren’t allowed to fuck anybody until they won a game.
You better win that game, I said, laughing. Max went to the showers and washed off, then turned
the water ice cold in order to force his hard-on to go away. His cock reluctantly went limp again. He
got dressed, then joined Jeffrey and Rico to head a practice field their coaches had secured.
Victor and Paul had captured Craig’s victory over Lance. They came over to me to ask me some questions after I got dressed.
Your choices to join you up here at the Penthouse are a lot different from Reuben’s, Victor
said, sticking a microphone in my face.
What do you make of that?
I like a good challenge, I said, shrugging.
Wrestlers and rugby players – everybody
I’ve picked is gonna keep me on my toes. Reuben wants boys he can easily dominate. His choice, I guess.
But my tenants’ skills actually help me out on the field. We’ll see how that plays out.
Speaking of your rivalry, Victor said.
The Gladiator council put out the schedule for the
first exhibition games this morning. Guess who you are facing?
Reuben and I going toe-to-toe this time? I asked.
Yup, Victor said.
They have you two scheduled as the final showcase battle. Best of five
I’m looking forward to it, I said.
So am I, Reuben said, walking out to join the interview.
I’m gonna bust your ass good and
then you’ll get to find out what it’s like in those damned machines overnight. I responded by turning
around and smacking my ass.
Bring it on, big guy, I said.
Show me what you’ve got!
We’ll see who’s the better fighter in two days, Victor said to the camera as he and Paul wandered
back through the house to finish the segment.
Of course it would be us two, I said, after Victor left.
They just want to make sure it starts off hot, Reuben said.
Other rivalries are developing,
Does that mean we’ll also have to compete to make sure ours is better than theirs, too? I
I think that’s what’s really going to keep you on your toes, Reuben said, laughing. He walked
through the penthouse, tracked down Hayato, dragged him over to the living room couch and began paddling
his ass through the seat of his soccer shorts.
I looked around for Will and Rodney. We needed to settle who was landlord (me). I asked Kyle, who
said they had gone down to the gym in the building to work out together. In the meantime, I popped onto
my computer to confirm what Victor told me about the scheduled. Reuben and I were, indeed, the final fight.
Craig would be fighting one of the members of the gladiator council, possibly a good chance for him to
develop his own fan base by beating one of the
leaders. There was also an e-mail from Brent to
both me and Craig telling us to plan to give a presentation to the council in a week’s time (following
our second set of exhibition matches) for what actual league play should look like. I confirmed the scheduling
as Will and Rodney came up off the elevator, chatting with each other. They looked friendly, which shouldn’t
be a surprise, as they shared both gold and orange colors.
You guys ready to pay the rent? I asked, folding my arms.
You ready to fight for it? Rodney said, folding his in return.
That’s what I like to hear, I said.
Who’s first? Will asked.
You, I said.
Out by the pool. I grabbed my paddle, restraints and lube and headed out
to the deck. We cleared some chairs out of the way to make an impromptu wrestling circle. Victor and Paul
wandered back out with the camera to follow the fight.
We grappled in the middle of the circle, with Victor, Paul and Rodney watching. Much like Lance, Will was a very good wrestler but too caught up in using the same style that scored points in the real ring. I used my strength to keep pushing him down and whacking his big round ass good and hard at every opportunity. We wrestled for a good thirty minutes. He got me into some good locks where I really had to use all my strength and leverage to escape. He should have used the opportunity to beat my ass, but he had the wrestler’s mentality that he was going to win the fight and then punish me afterwards. Wrong approach. I had more endurance than him. Punishing my ass would have weakened me from the pain. Since he refused to do that, eventually I was able to wear him down until I had him in a leg lock with an arm trapped behind his back. I put down my paddle in my free hand for a moment, then roughly ripped the seat out of his white singlet. His beefy, black bottom popped out and I picked the paddle back up and went to work. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He continued to struggle as he yelled in pain. He hadn’t yet weakened to a surrender point. He believed there was still a chance he could reverse the situation.
Give up, I ordered as I whacked away on his bouncing bottom.
Tell me I’m the landlord.
Nope, Will growled, continuing to struggle. I paddled for a good ten minutes but he was still
attempting to escape.
Come on, I said.
You know I won. Say it. Will shook his head no and looked over his
shoulder at me.
Not a chance, he said.
I don’t cave easy like Lance did.
Oh, I see, I said. He wanted to prove himself better than his rival. Fine. I carefully rolled
over (still grappling Will) to the restraints I had brought out. Will nearly managed to escape, but I
caught him again and managed to bind his wrists behind his back. Then I forced a knee onto his back, pushed
him down on the deck and attached his ankles together.
Now you can’t possibly win, I said. I dragged him over to the side of the pool, sat on the
edge, and forcefully pulled him across my lap. I began paddling away good, hard and fast: WHACK WHACK
WHAP SMACK!!! Finally Will began to cry, and while he didn’t verbally surrender, his ass did, relaxing
and raising itself up in submission.
There we go, I said.
Your ass knows it lost. Now say it. Say I’m the landlord.
Fine, Will muttered between swats.
I give. You’re the landlord.
Yes, I am, I said as I really started laying into Will’s fine ass.
Okay, my turn, Rodney said as I continued punishing Will. I turned to look back at him to
tell him I wasn’t ready yet when he charged me and pushed both of us into the pool with a loud splash.
I dropped my paddle into the water and quickly swam back up to the surface. Will, still bound, struggled
to stay above water, not that he was able to drown or anything. I looked up at Rodney, who stood there
with his hands on his hips.
What are you doing? I demanded.
Taking advantage of the situation, Rodney said with a big grin. I swam over to the edge to
pull myself out of the pool, but Rodney took his foot and pushed me right back in.
You keep treading water for a bit, wear those muscles out, Rodney said. Will had managed to
flip over on his back so he could float on the surface of the pool, despite being bound.
Got him good and tired out, Will said.
Get these restraints off me and maybe you can use
them on him. I looked over at Will and my jaw dropped.
You two planned this out! I said. Rodney responded by waggling his eyebrows.
There’s no rule against it, he said.
We thought up a plan while we were working out. Whoever
you picked first was going to tire you out as much as possible and the other guy was going to ambush you
before you were ready. I couldn’t help but grin, but Rodney is going to have to do a lot more than
this to win. I pulled Will away from the pool’s edge so that Rodney couldn’t grab him and steal my restraints.
Then I flipped Will over and yanked him down under the pool’s surface to one of the metal drain gratings
on the bottom. He was too weak from his punishment to resist. I attached the arm restraints to the grating,
leaving him stuck underwater, and quickly resurfaced. Rodney was walking around the pool, holding my own
paddle. I swam over to the shallow end so I could touch bottom and not burn up more endurance.
You’re going to have to come in to get me, I said, walking until I was only waist-deep in
This is where Max learned who was in charge around here.
I was definitely tired though. The water was a good place to fight Max because it sapped him of his speed and inertia. I’m not sure it would have the same effect on Rodney. Rugby wasn’t quite the same as football and Rodney appeared to be a bit more nimble than Max. Rodney approached the stairs into the shallow end. I darted forward and grabbed for his leg. He tried to jump back, but I wrapped a hand around his ankle and dragged him into the shallow end.
Rodney was not a wrestler like Will, but because I was so exhausted, he was able to put up a very good fight. We threw each other around in the shallow end and unlike Will, Rodney had no qualms about smacking my ass with my own paddle when he could. Soon I was breathing heavily and my ass was burning with pain from Rodney’s swats. I began to realize that there was actually a chance I could lose this. I started developing a bit of an erection at the idea. I wanted other Golden Boys who could challenge me besides other gladiators and I was getting my wish.
But like I warned Max, I wasn’t just going to throw a fight because the idea of losing turned me on. I ducked under a grab and splashed water into Rodney’s eyes. While he wiped it away, I used my superior strength to flip him over and force his head under water. He struggled as I dragged him over toward the steps. I didn’t pull him all the way out of the water, though. We reached a point where the pool water was a foot deep right at the edge. I had him forced face down so he couldn’t talk or see. His ass, in his spandex shorts, was above the surface of the water. I couldn’t spank him like this, but I could win the way Craig beat Lance earlier. With my other hand I pulled his shorts down. He struggled but I mashed his head into the floor of the pool. He fought as hard as he could, but I was able to straddle his body and after some careful positioning, grabbed a wrist with my free hand, force it behind his back and then mount him. My erect cock found his hole easily and I forced my way in. I was rewarded with his body bucking in place and splashes of water. Bubbles appeared around his head as he cried out in pain with his face still underwater.
I fucked his ass good and hard, keeping his face pushed underwater the whole time. He struggled and squirmed for several minutes, but eventually he surrendered. His struggling stopped and he raised his ass in submission. I kept his head underwater as I continued fucking him in the shallowest part of the pool. I pulled Max’s trick on him, refusing to push in when his rectum relaxed, denying Rodney the pleasure of the deep fuck to soon. He started squirming again when he realized I wasn’t going to let him enjoy being fucked yet, but he had no leverage or strength anymore. After about 20 minutes, I finally pushed all the way in so he could enjoy being fucked. The struggling stopped again and after another 10 minutes, I reached climax, squirting a nice long stream inside his ass.
I got up, grabbing him by the next and pulling him out of the water to his feet.
Nice try, I said, as he gasped for air.
But who’s the landlord?
You are, Rodney said, weakly.
This month, I said.
I’ll keep an eye out for what the two of you plan for next month. Go
fetch Will and get your asses cleaned up.
Rodney dragged Will up from the bottom of the pool and set him free.
Better luck next time, I said as he and Rodney headed back inside. They both showered and
Will replaced his singlet, rubbing his sore bottom. Inside, Craig had dragged Lance into his room to continue
Lance’s punishment. He had Lance on his stomach on his bed. Craig was sitting on Lance’s broad back facing
his ass, smacking him hard with his paddle. Lance was bawling from the pain.
You know his face turns totally red just like yours when he gets his ass beat, I said.
Heh, yeah I know, Craig said.
Glad to see it’s not just me.
I want to go look at the other sports venues, I said.
Now that we have these other boys
here. You two wanna come along?
I don’t know, Craig said.
I think Lance might prefer to be paddled instead. What do you
I want to go with Aaron! He wailed. Craig responded with a flurry of really harsh swats.
Oh, fine, Craig said finally.
It turned out rugby players were given vans by the Painfather, just like the punks, so Rodney was drafted to drive. We headed out first to the indoor arena where the wrestlers and the basketball players competed. This is where Lance and Will would be trying to beat each others’ asses. One of the basketball teams was currently practicing. An executive coach was yelling orders from the sidelines.
So we’re going to support you both and join your fan clubs, Craig said.