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Aaron’s Game – Chapter Thirteen: The Day Before
I felt my body rocking slightly as I woke up in the morning. More importantly, I felt pleasurable rubbing on my cock. I was successful in spending the night asleep on top of Max, with my dick up Max’s ass. Max, though, apparently decided it was time for a little bit more. The rocking was Max grinding his hips, pushing me up a couple of inches and causing me fall back down, slowly fucking him without doing anything of my own.
Somebody’s a little impatient, I said.
Morning, Max said, grinding his hips upward again.
I wanna try something.
What? I asked.
Hang on to me, Max said.
Pretend you’re pinning me down for a fuck. I wrapped my arms
around his neck and chest.
Ready? he asked.
Go for it, I said. Max braced himself and the pushed himself up hard with his hips and lower
body, bouncing up off the mattress. I bounced up with him, my dick starting to slide out of his ass. But
then we both fell down on the bed and I thrust back into him good and deep. We both moaned in pleasure.
Hang On, Max said.
Time to go rough-riding! I clenched on tighter as he started bucking
on my bed. Each time he pushed upward with his lower body, we bounced up, I pulled partly out, and then
thrust back in when he slammed back down on the mattress. He was making me fuck him, doing all the work.
All I had to do was hang on and enjoy the ride. I moaned as Max grunted with effort and pleasure each
time we slammed back onto the bed. After a good ten minutes, he stopped bouncing off the bed entirely,
but lay on his stomach and quickly thrust his ass up and down, not unlike what Johnny was doing to Reuben
yesterday. But rather than sitting on top, bouncing up and down like Johnny was, he was underneath me.
I clung tight to Max as his ass vibrated with my cock inside.
Yeah, come on, I growled in his ear.
Yup, Max said between grunts and bounced even faster. After a couple of more minutes of this
Max forced my dick into a climax. I squirted cum into his bouncing bottom as he slowed down and finally
collapsed back down into the bed.
That feel good? I said.
Real good, Max said.
How about you?
Fuck yeah, I said.
I rested on his back still and he turned his head to the left to look around.
Oh, hi there, Joss, Max said.
What? I said, startled. I looked to the left and saw Joss had been sitting there in my room
the whole time, watching us. I was so focused on fucking around with Max I hadn’t even looked. He just
sat there in his sexy leather and denim gear, grinning.
How’d you get up here? I asked.
I can go pretty much anywhere I want, Joss said.
People learn pretty quick not to say no
to a hunter.
I relaxed, still using Max’s back and ass as my mattress.
So what brings you around? I said.
I’m assuming it’s not a bounty on me what with me not
being attacked and tied up.
Nope, Joss said.
Got some good news for you. You might not have to use the spanking tubes
What, not even for the preseason? I asked.
Me and my crew have been busy, Joss said.
Grab Craig, call your council, and come with
I climbed off Max, who headed into the shower to wash off and prepare for another day of brutal football practice. I found Craig in Lance’s room. Craig had out-grappled the wrestler in his bed and was paddling Lance’s ass raw.
You wrestlers need to get better prepared for ambushes, Craig said to a squirming Lance.
keep acting like we’re on the mat. Then he noticed Joss.
Ooh, is there a bounty? Joss repeated
what he told me as Craig continued blistering Lance’s backside.
Could be a trap, Craig said.
He could have a bounty on all our asses.
Trust me, you want to see this, Joss said.
You e-mail the council, Craig said.
I haven’t fucked Lance, here, yet.
I headed to our meeting nook, hearing louder cries of pain from Lance’s bedroom as Craig used the vicious fire oil on him to make the sex nice and harsh. I shot off a quick e-mail to Brent and the rest of the gladiator council. Joss supplied his street address so they could meet us at his place and he could show us what he was up to.
You have a full crew now? I asked.
Yeah, you can’t expect me to make what you’re asking for all on my own, Joss said.
a bunch of blue collars to help out. They all have black as secondary colors. Some of them have gold,
How many of them are working with blistered asses right now? I asked.
All of them, Joss said with a touch of boyish glee.
That’s how you’re supposed to treat
them though. They work better with sore butts.
They help test the Hall of Fear, too? I asked.
Sure do, Joss said.
Now that you have a full house ... .
I’ll drag us all out there, I said.
I’ll give you a week, Joss warned.
Or else, I’ll grab some hunters and we’ll all come fetch
I laughed, though I knew he wasn’t kidding. Craig and I, of course, wanted to see what he had done with the place. No doubt the rest of the guys in the penthouse would be interested in facing the challenge of trying to make our way through the place with our asses as intact as possible. But this week all of our exhibition matches were getting started across all the sports. We wanted to get into the groove of our competitions before going out and putting our butts on the line just for fun.
We heard moans of pleasure down the hall, meaning that Craig had finished fucking Lance. After a quick shower, Craig joined us and we jumped in my car to follow Joss – on his big black motorcycle – back to his place. Joss had taking command of a big fenced in warehouse in the same general area where we first met his patron and had our first painful 24-hour punishment session.
He was not kidding about having a full crew, either. Two blue collars opened the gate and waved us in when Joss honked his horn. Inside, as we parked, we saw probably a good two dozen of these blue collars wandering around. They were all big and beefy, built more like Max rather than we more defined gladiators. They all wore the tight blue overalls. They had the seat flaps on their overalls that could be pulled down, exposing their bare asses. Several of them worked with the flaps down. Their asses were all a good, dark red, as Joss said.
They’re all yours? Craig asked as we got out of our car and joined him.
We kind of have a huge shared pool among the hunters, Joss said.
We call ’em as we need
’em for projects. We have some executives who help us keep it organized. This is a big project, so we’ll
have them around for a while. Edgar’s around, too, helping out, though he’s probably not going to be as
directly involved in what you’re planning.
He’s not gold, right? I asked.
Yeah, he’s purple and green, Joss said.
But he loves the machines and traps like I do,
so we’re having fun together. Must be the purple influence.
Must be, Craig said.
I like the idea of traps and surprises, too.
We hung around for a few minutes, watching the blue collars scurrying around carrying equipment and metal braces and such, while we waited for the other gladiators to arrive. One blue collar guy tripped and dropped the tools he was carrying. Joss called him over with a sharp whistle. He obediently jogged over. Joss picked him up and tossed him over the seat of his motorcycle with his ass up in the air. He didn’t bother with any sort of restraints, but it turned out he didn’t need it for these boys. He pulled guy’s rear flap down to show a nice beefy, round butt.
Only pink, Joss said.
That’s the problem. Joss lit a cigar and popped it in his mouth.
Then he pulled out his Lexan paddle and started swatting the blue collar hard while he calmly puffed away.
The blue collar whimpered and jerked in his spot from the pain, but made no effort to climb off the motorcycle
or protect his ass. Joss beat the man’s bubble butt nice and raw, dark red with welts from the paddle.
He cried and wailed, but no matter how much pain he was in, he never attempted to escape or protect himself.
Joss finished up as a couple of cars drove up containing the gladiator council. The blue collar was bawling,
but after Joss finished, he obediently returned to his task, picking up his dropped tools. He left his
rear flap hanging down, so we could all see how sore his bottom is.
I really need to get a reason to get some of our building’s blue collars to come up to our penthouse
more, Craig said.
I may have to start breaking things.
Brent and the gladiator council introduced themselves to Joss, who responded to them all with simple nods, puffing away at his cigar.
So you’re the guy working with Aaron and Craig to make sure we all get our asses busted like nobody
else’s when we lose? Brent asked.
That’s me, Joss said.
Let me show you what I’ve got planned. I didn’t think it’d be ready
so soon, but you beat these blue collar boys enough and they’ll perform miracles.
Joss led us into his massive warehouse. There were blue collar guys working everywhere on various pieces of machinery.
A lot of this stuff is for the Hall of Fear, Joss said.
But I’m also getting ready to consult
with you guys and get down to work if you approve what Aaron and Craig are proposing. Over here.
We could hear the unmistakable sound of several asses being paddled.
I know you guys accept that you’re gonna have to use spanking machines for your really long loser
punishments, Joss said.
But I know you don’t like the spanking tubes. I get it. I don’t like ’em
either. I like looking my victims in the eye. Aaron and Craig probably remember.
I sure do, I said. It was still the hottest punishment I’ve gotten so far in my short life
So until you hammer out what you’re going to use during the regular season, I started fiddling
with a spanking machine idea that could maybe make you boys happier than those tubes for now.
We made our way through the warehouse and there they were. There were five blue collars being paddled hard in a completely new paddling machine we hadn’t seen before. They were each bent over a solid, sturdy bench frame that head their heads down near knee level and their big round asses up in the air. They were bound to the machine with large metal bands around their torsos, locking their chests in place and their arms at their sides. On the back side of the frame, their thighs and ankles were also bound with metal bands.
With their massive asses at the highest point on their body, the paddles on the machine were swatting downward from above, like they were hammering nails. Each victim had two paddles alternating swats on each cheek at a cruel, relentless speed.
The most important thing about this new spanking machine, I noticed, is that you could see both the victim’s face and ass being punished at the same time while looking straight at him. And the victim could swivel his head and look around and see his surroundings. The five blue collar guys were gagged. They were crying and looking around the room, watching us watching them while they were relentlessly punished. Edgar was standing next to the machines, watching the punishment, smoking a cigar like Joss.
These are amazing! I said.
They’ve been in them all morning, Joss said.
See those timers? They control the duration
of the punishment. Very important – I did this just for you boys. There are no overrides on
the timer and no way to cancel it. I can’t even stop it myself. The punishment will last as long as you
set the timer for and the restraints will not open until it’s done. If you unplug the machine, the restraints
will remain closed. You plug it back in and it starts back up. Somebody could probably cut their way through
the restraints eventually, but that’ll take ages.
I took a look at the timer. It looked like these poor guys had a little less than three hours of paddling left.
Wow, these are great, Brent said.
The crowd is gonna love them, one of the other council members said.
They show up good on television, too, Edgar said.
I showed them to that producer guy, Victor.
He loved’ em.
You have 60 of these? Brent asked
One for each losing gladiator tomorrow?
Yup, Joss said.
We took careful measurements. You line ’em up side-by-side like this and
they’ll make up one perfect line on the sidelines. Sixty loser gladiators, lined up next to each other.
Being paddled for 24 hours straight, in such a way that it’s hot to watch, I said.
crowd can see our facial expressions and our torment and humiliation. Our asses are highlighted perfectly.
This will be a perfect temporary solution.
There’s one other thing I wanna show you guys, Joss said.
Edgar figured this out while
we were fiddling around with the restraints. Apparently the Painfather has all sorts of secrets about
how our own bodies work to discover. Show them, Edgar,
Edgar walked behind the punishment victims. He reached down carefully between the legs of each blue collar guy and forced their cocks out backward between their beefy thighs, which were bound close together. He pulled their cocks and balls out and then rested them on top of the backs of their thighs, so they were dangling down helplessly behind them. They weren’t being hit by the paddles or anything. They were just dangling there behind them, visible on top of the backs of their thighs.
Watch their faces, Edgar said as he fiddled with the guys’ cocks.
I did as he told me. A few seconds after he forced a guy’s dick out and exposed I saw his face change a little bit. His eyes shifted around and his face turned a deeper shade of red.
Is it ... Is it embarrassing them? Craig asked.
Are they blushing?
Yeah, Edgar said.
It’s something the Painfather didn’t tell us about. I discovered it by
accident. If you pull a guy’s cock out like this and leave it exposed like this in a submissive position
and they can’t fix it, it is deeply humiliating.
A cock is for fucking guys, Joss said.
It’s for dominating. I guess there’s something about
having it put on a submissive display like this that causes shame and humiliation. After Edgar figured
this out we tried it on all sorts of guys. Seems to work on all the different types ... except for the
pretty boys, of course.
We watched them for a bit after Edgar forced all their dicks out. They were all blushing deeply and wiggling their heads around. They definitely appeared to be in more distress than they were from just the harsh paddling.
Did you get a gladiator to try it out on? Brent asked.
No, but did snag a couple of rugby players to try it out on, Joss said.
It worked on them.
The hot thing to do is to pull their dicks out like this first and make them feel the humiliation for
a while before you actually punish them. You can see their embarrassment on their faces.
It’s really obvious on commandos and golden boys, Edgar said. I nodded. It made sense. It
emphasized our failure to win or to dominate our foe. Our dicks, normally used to fuck and sexually dominate
others, were reduced to being put on helpless display.
After watching the blue collars being punished for a little bit longer, the gladiator council conferred. I watched the blue collar boys suffer and imagined the cheers of the crowd in my head watching either Rueben or me getting tormented by this machine. I nearly started getting an erection right there.
The vote’s unanimous, Brent said when they were done.
We want these on the field as soon
as possible. What do you want as payment? One of us?
Well, for now, getting to see them in action tomorrow is payment enough, Joss said.
Aaron filled you in on his big plan yet for the full season?
Not yet, Brent said.
We wanted to get the preseason kicked off. Joss nodded.
Aaron’s plan will have some of us hunters on your asses pretty hardcore, Joss said.
his plan, as do my brothers in black. So keep that in mind when you’re looking it over. We are brothers
in pain, after all. We may be Brick’s favorites, but you guys are next on his list. You guys are the ultimate
prey for us. He gave us a friendly wink, but his smile was nice and cruel.
We wrapped up the agreement, and as Joss and Edgar started directing the blue collars to deliver our specialized paddling machines, we all reaffirmed that Craig and I would be meeting with the gladiator council after the second preseason game to give our presentation for the rules of the regular season. They would confer, make any changes, and then it would go to the full vote of all the gladiators in our arena. Everybody would get a say in the guidelines that would run our first season. The system Craig and I came up with was very harsh on all our asses. We hoped the other gladiators approved.
Craig and I headed back home. We decided we weren’t going to sp