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Aaron's Game
Chapter 22: Reuben in Charge

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: 20 Apr 2017


Aaron’s Game – Chapter 22: Reuben in Charge

Reuben carried me—still trapped underarm—into the stadium with a little over 15 minutes left for the losing gladiators to be punished.

Be a good boy and keep your mouth shut about the butt plugs around Craig, Reuben ordered as he sauntered down the row of men being viciously machine-paddled.

You could have just gagged me, I pointed out.

Tempting you is more fun, Reuben said. You like fun, don’cha?

It would also be a test of Reuben’s dominance over me, I realized. If he could get me to keep my mouth shut to keep something a surprise from Craig, it would prove that Reuben had some psychological power over me. But ... I did want to see Craig’s surprise when Reuben shoved that plug in him. It was a tough choice!

I looked down the line of faces as we headed over toward Craig’s punishment bench. Several of the new pretty-boy gladiators were finishing up their first real hardcore punishment. Even though they were all bawling in their gags, based on what Colin told me, the gladiators with pink as their third color were all heavy-duty masochists who were actually looking forward to being forced into bondage and punishment. I nodded at him as we passed by him. He nodded back at me and looked a little surprised to see me as Reuben’s prisoner. His face was red and wet with tears. His ass was visible, raised up behind him, and was a deep purple from the daylong paddling.

Reuben stopped a few feet in front of Craig. Craig had suffered a 24-hour punishment at the hands of the hunters with me back when we were new to the world. This was the first time he had been tossed into a paddling machine, though. He was clearly exhausted from his spanking, but he raised his head to notice our arrival.

Take a good look, Craig, Reuben said as he put me down in front of him. This is just the start of a very long week for both you. Bend over, Aaron.

I thought about resisting but there wasn’t really much point any more. My ass was now pretty sore from the beating and plugging he made me endure on the way out here. I bent over at the waist, spread my legs a bit, and put my hands, wrists still bound, flat on the grass ground. I made eye contact with Craig, but I wasn’t sure how much he could see through his tears.

Behind me, I heard Reuben slide his shorts down and lube up. He grabbed me roughly by the hips, and then I winced and yelped as he matter-of-factly forced his cock in and started slam-fucking me.

There’s so much more to come for the two of you, I can hardly wait, Reuben said as I grimaced in pain and stared into Craig’s eyes. The two of you are about to have the worst week ever. Your asses belong to me. Got it?

I rolled my eyes a little bit as Reuben fucked me. He was being his typical domineering self, but the sex was starting to feel good. I began to moan. And because he was doing this to me in public with other people around watching, my exhibitionist needs were being satisfied—I was nice and hard.

Looks like my toys have arrived, Reuben said. I was fully enjoying getting fucked now, but I wanted to know what he was talking about. I craned my head to the left and saw Edgar walking up to us holding two sets of metal restraints. Edgar, a hunter, was Joss’s best buddy over at the Hall of Fear. He was a muscular black man like Reuben but with a head shaved smooth. His colors were black, green, and purple, so he enjoyed paddling all three of us. And he had, now that I thought about it. He was helping Joss build the arenas and spanking machines but he wouldn’t be hunting any of us because he didn’t have gold as one of his colors. Apparently that didn’t mean he wouldn’t fuck with us, though.

Ready to give these a try? Edgar asked as he approached. What were the two of them up to?

Lemme finish the foreplay, Reuben said and began thrusting harder. He pounded my ass good and hard until we were both moaning with pleasure. There were only a couple of minutes left on Craig’s paddle timer when Reuben finally shot his load deep in my ass.

He yanked me back up roughly after finishing. As Reuben put his dripping cock back into his shorts, Edgar took a sleek set of metal restraints and attached them to my wrists, then carefully removed the ones Reuben had placed earlier before. I heard a click as the restraints locked into position, but I didn’t see any keyholes. They forced my wrists about eight inches apart and had an LED display in the sturdy length between the arms. Edgar pulled out a small remote and punched a few buttons.

You want these off an hour before his next fight? Edgar asked

Yup, Reuben said.

What?!! I demanded, my eyes widening. I heard the restraints beep and I looked down at the display. Sure enough, it was a timer, and it wasn’t counting minutes or hours, but days. Holy shit! I was going to have my hands bound for nearly a week! I’d be unable to fight, and of course, unable to stop Reuben from doing whatever he wanted to my ass.

Do me a favor and try like hell during the next week to break these, Edgar said to me. Joss and I have been testing with our blue-collar boys, but you gladiators are stronger than them. We need to make sure the stuff we’re putting together can survive you muscleheads.

And here you thought your involvement in organizing all this was over, Reuben said with a smirk. I immediately started trying to bend or break the restraints, but nothing was happening. They were extremely rigid.

Dammit, I muttered.

How ... humiliating ... for you, Reuben said with fake woe. Then he brightened and added, We’re going to have so much fun with that bubble butt of yours. His, too. He pointed at Craig as the timer wound down. With a loud buzzer sound, the paddling stopped. Craig (and everybody else stuck in a paddling machine) was released. Before he could even begin climbing out of the machine, Edgar and Reuben dragged him out next to me. Craig was far too weak to struggle. As it was he could barely stand, given how blistered his ass was. Edgar attached the other set of restraints to Craig’s wrists and set the timer, while Reuben removed Craig’s gag. Craig’s voice was too hoarse from crying into his gag to say much. It would take a couple of hours until he’d be able to talk normally again.

There was sort of commotion further down the line. I heard guys start yelling Fight! with some encouraging cheers. The four of us peered over to see that Brent, head of the gladiator council, had returned just like Reuben had done in order to get some more time with the pink gladiator he defeated. But much to his apparent surprise, he was caught in a fight with that gladiator and another pink buddy of his. This was shocking to us because both those gladiators lost. They had been paddled for a full day just like Craig. But they were still able to fight back. And even more remarkably, they were winning.

Oh, looks like Brent’s in for a rude awakening, Colin said hoarsely as he walked up to us. We all looked at him, stunned, especially Craig. Craig tried to croak out a question but none of us understood what he was saying. He was leaning on Edgar for support since it was so hard to stand with his heavily blistered ass.

But Colin didn’t seem nearly as put out. He was walking without too much effort.

How the hell are you up and around? I asked. Isn’t your ass mincemeat? Colin turned around and showed us his bare butt, which was just as blistered and bruised as Craig’s. Then he grinned and shrugged.

You see, Colin said. When the gray gladiators like Brent over there put together all those tests to get stats for all the gladiators, they checked our strength, and our speed, and how hard we beat ass and all sorts of things. But they forgot something very important in their exercises.

They never tested our endurance or how much punishment we could take? Reuben realized. Colin chuckled a little bit and nodded.

We pink gladiators realized the mistake but decided to keep our mouths closed, Colin said. We knew why Brent and the other gray gladiators wanted us to join. They thought we’d be good, easy targets for them to have some fun. They didn’t realize that we can take more punishment and recover faster than them or any of you guys.

Craig nodded, sadly. That’s how he ended up losing in the first place. He fought another one of the new pink gladiators and tried his special trick where he paddled his opponent repeatedly but not enough to win the round for a while. He had done so with other gladiators to wear them down so that they couldn’t fight back as well and would make the later rounds easier for Craig to win. It didn’t work this time and Craig got his own ass roasted instead.

Indeed, as we watched, these two pink gladiators took Brent down and started beating his ass right on the field. Brent was getting paddled by two guys who were just tormented for the last 24 hours straight. We all laughed.

You’re going to have to work if you’re going to humiliate us more than Brent right now, I said to Reuben.

Challenge accepted, Reuben said, waggling his fingers at me. Ready for a nice, long, uncomfortable walk home, you two?

Hey guys, before you go anywhere can I maybe ask a favor? Paul piped up from a ways behind us. Paul was easy to forget about. He was the producer cameraman tasked with following those of us who lived in the penthouse around to capture what goes on when we weren’t there. He was a cute enough guy with short brown hair and glasses. Producers weren’t as muscular as golden boys, but he had a pretty nice body and a large, round butt like all the rest of us. He wore a black polo shirt and tight jeans. His colors (as stripes on the sleeves of his shirt) were purple, gold, and blue.

What’s up? Reuben asked.

You heard about those magazines and websites earlier today, right? Paul asked. Nick told us that there were going to be specialized magazines and media outlets for each pair of color combinations. We decided to focus on this gladiator crew for the premiere issue of The Hard Life. That’s the black and gold outlet.

Yeah? Cool! Reuben said. Craig looked confused, and I told him we’d fill him on the way home. Paul pulled out a digital camera.

I want to get some high-resolution shots of you prepping to walk these guys home the way that you do, Paul said. To really illustrate how harsh you guys are to each other and how rivalries play out.

Sounds hot, Reuben said. For me anyway. Nice and humiliating for these two. Maybe hand them over to that Humiliation Nation mag, too. He gestured at the two of us to turn around. Then he looked over our butts.

This doesn’t look good, Reuben said. Yeah, Aaron’s butt is a little red, but not nearly as blistered as Craig’s here. That wouldn’t make for a good photo. Not good for my reputation.

My eyes widened and I began to protest, but Reuben quickly grabbed me threw me over a knee, resting his foot on a bench on the sideline to raise my ass up. Then he started immediately in with a vicious blast of paddle swats—WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He beat my ass as hard and fast as he could. I started yelling in pain immediately and kicking my legs, but I was helpless with my arms bound. My body quickly surrendered and I helplessly raised up my ass in submission while bursting into tears at the same time. I howled in pain as he tormented me for ten solid minutes, as hard and as fast as he possibly could.

When you put this in the magazine, he told Paul, Make sure to tell everybody that they tested and determined that I was the hardest paddler among all the gladiators here. I nodded in agreement, my face now as red and wet as Craig’s. I couldn’t see my ass, but I could feel he had managed to raise plenty of blisters in just a short time.

Reuben then let me back up and Craig limped over to him. Reuben gestured for us to come close. I situated myself to his right and Craig to his left. Then Reuben reached down, took three fingers from each hand, and roughly shoved them up each of our asses. We squirmed in discomfort, but he kept shoving upwards until we were standing on the balls of our feet, our backs arched, and our blistered red asses on full display.

How’s that? Reuben asked.

Could all three of you look over your shoulders so we can see your expressions? We obliged. Craig and I were crying, of course. Reuben had a big, happy grin on his face. Paul took a bunch of photos.

Those are perfect, Paul said. I can’t imagine a better image to capture what’s going on with the gladiators here right now.

You should get some pics of those pink gladiators tormenting Brent, I told him.

Oh, good idea! Paul said. I’ll catch up with you boys later. I’m sure Reuben has plenty planned for me to use.

You better believe it, Reuben said. Let’s go boys. Oh, wait. Almost forgot! He removed his fingers from Craig’s ass. Then he pulled out a bottle of Craig’s own fire oil from his pouch. Craig croaked a grimace, but his cock betrayed him by immediately starting to get hard. Craig was turned on by asshole pain, and a few drops of the fire oil would provide it in spades. Reuben let a few drops fall onto the tips of his fingers, then shoved them right back up Craig’s ass. After a few seconds, Craig tried to scream out in pain but his throat was still too raw from his crying. His ass quivered and bounced in place even though we weren’t walking yet, sliding up and down Reuben’s fingers.

Boy is pretty much fucking himself just standing here, Reuben noted. He waited a few minutes to amuse himself as Craig whimpered, moaned, and croaked and his ass bounced around helplessly as the fire oil caused intense asshole pain. He already had a full erection. I had developed one of my own from Paul taking pictures of me being humiliated in public by Reuben this way.

Reuben ordered us to start walking. We slowly started heading back to the penthouse, our asses bouncing up and down on Reuben’s fingers with each step. Reuben filled Craig in on everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, from the commando raid that led to Max, Rico, and Jeffrey getting dragged off to the Brig, to the meeting with Coach Adam and Dominic joining the penthouse as Craig’s tenant (Craig nodded and grinned a little bit at this, despite his pain), to the conversation with Nick and our ability to now talk with other purple gladiators. Craig croaked out a Yay, at the news.

Wow, it’s been a long 24 hours! I noted.

It’s far from over, Reuben said. You want to make fun of me for wanting to overly prepare for my fights, go for it. Here’s a fun side effect, though. I’ve got your next week all planned out, boys. You are all nice and booked. Both your asses are going to suffer good and proper.

Craig croaked out a somewhat surprised What? Just as Reuben had privately prepared himself to combat our fighting styles when we faced off in the arena, he also had secretly planned out a full week to torment us once our commitment to helping plan out the gladiator season ended. For Craig and me, the rivalry with Reuben was a lot of fun, but for Reuben it was a chance to prove his dominance over us. We weren’t taking it quite so seriously. He was. And now Craig and I were apparently going to pay dearly for it.

Consider this week a test run, Reuben said. What you’re going to feel this week is what your entire life will be like somedaym once I have fully have the both of you under my thumb. May take years, decades, whatever. I don’t care. I’m patient. I’m not giving up until I own both your asses. And before you even think of complaining, Aaron, remember, you started this.

I wasn’t going to complain, I said, though my ass was still plenty sore from my paddling at the arena. I regret nothing.

Oh, I know, Reuben said, grinning. We’ll see if you still feel that way at the end of the week.

When we made it back to our apartment building, we found Dominic had lined up a good dozen members of the Pain Pigs football team across the street and had ordered them into the familiar three-point stance. He was lecturing them all loudly and viciously beating their asses with his massive paddle between rants. We could see through his sheer, white football uniform pants that his own oversized bottom was a deep, dark red. Coach Adam must have really punished him out at practice because of what happened with the party and the commandos. When he saw us, he ordered the guys to do pushups while he came over t