Friday Night Bites

 

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. 2007 Cardinal Lemon

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters are invented,

and any resemblence to any actual person or events is entirely coincidental. And pretty unlikely. This story contains themes of a

sexual nature. Do not read if this sort of thing offends you.

 

The centre of the town of Madison, Tx. was eerily quiet. It was a Friday night

in November, early evening, and the entire population was at the high school

football stadium waiting for the game to begin. This was not just any football

game, but the once-a-year showdown against Monroeville High. The rivalry

between the neigbouring towns was fierce, bringing the town to a standstill,

and the entire population crammed into the stadium. Should thieves wish to

raid the town on this particular night, there would be no-one to stop them,

but even the thieves of Madison attend the football game on this night of the

year.

 

In the Madison dressing room, star quarterback, Scott Walker was adjusting his uniform. The sound of the crowd could be heard already. In his senior

year, Scott would hope to go to one of the big schools on a football scholarship next Fall. There would be several scouts from Big-12 schools attending

tonights game and it was important that he gave the performance of his life.

Yet that was not why Scott felt a pang of aprehension before tonight’s game.

 

In any rivalry lasting as long as that between these two high schools, a

number of traditions spring up. Over the years, in order to spice up the

competition, there had been agreed on an official wager between the two teams.

For the team which lost tonight, there would not only be the shame of defeat

in the game with the most intense rivallry in the county, but also a forfeit

which was as humiliating and painful as it was elaborate. And it would take

place in the stadium immediately at the end of the game.

 

“OK guys, let’s do this.” Scott attempted to provide the motivation that

his rˆole demanded. The rest of the team responded with half-hearted cheers.

 

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“Come on! We’re gonna win this thing. Those Monroeville guys have

nothing. It’s about time they got it good, and we’re gonna give it to them.”

 

The replying cheer was stronger this time, but in the backs of their minds,

each member of the team was thinking of the consequences should they lose.

 

On the field, the Madison cheerleading squad had just entered, and were entertaining the crowd with some tumbles and sommersaults. Stephanie Gruber,

the head cheerleader, had just completed a particularly complicated manouvre

and was standing straight, facing the crowd. Like many others on the team,

her thoughs were not completely on the acrobatics, but wandered to think

about the events that would follow the game. One of the least fair aspects of

the wager surrounding the game was that the cheerleading squad of the losing

team would also be involved in the forfeit. Stephanie tried hard not to think

about what that would involve, but found it impossible to put it out of her

mind. At least the guys have their destiny in their own hands, she thought

ruefully, all we can do is stand here and watch the game.

 

High up in the bleachers, best friends Sam and Amy shared a hot dog.

Neither of them were particularly fans of football, and neither had friends on

the team. But tonight was a special night, in more ways than one, and they

were looking forward to the entertainment to follow the game.

 

The crowd roared as the teams ran onto the field. Scott ran towards the

centre of the field, and was approached by his opposite number, Frank White—

the Monroeville quarterback.

 

“You guys are dead,” said White, “we’re gonna beat you on the field, then

we’re gonna beat you again. Your ass is mine, Walker.”

 

“Go fuck yourself.” Scott was not about to succumb to psychological tactics. He called his fellow players around him to deliver a few last motivational

words before the game began...

 

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At half-time the score was tied 7-7. Scott had made the touchdown late

in the first quarter, but Monroeville had tied the game following a handling

error by the Madison defence. Tension filled the night air. Stephanie nervously

chatted to Alina Morricone, one of the other girls in the cheer squad.

 

“I don’t like this at all. Look how many people are in the stadium. It looks

like the whole town is here.”

 

“Yeah. It really will be embarassing if we loose,” agreed Alina.

 

“I don’t understand why we have to be a part of the bet. We don’t play

any part in the game. It’s not fair.”

 

“Well only if we lose do we take part. I, for one, will be quite happy to see

those Monroeville bitches get what they deserve if we win.”

 

Both girls agreed that they had no problems with the terms of the bet if

their team won. But neither could put out of their minds the thought of what

will happen to them if they lost.

 

In the dressing room Scott was also pondering the terms of the bet. It had

been agreed over the years that the consequences for the losing quarterback

should be more embarassing and severe. So some special parts of the forfeit

had been included. If they lost, Scott’s treatment at the hands of the victorious

team would be quite a lot more unpleasant than for his teammates.

 

Still, the game was only tied, and it was half time. There was still everything to play for in the remaining 30 minutes.

 

There had been no score in the third quarter, nor for most of the fourth.

With 30 seconds left on the clock, it was 2nd and 10 with Madison having the

ball, on their own 30 yard line. It was looking like the game would go into

overtime. The atmosphere in the stadium was electric.

 

The ball was snapped, and it reached Scott. He glanced up the field and

threw the ball long to the wide receiver, who got under it... and then fumbled

the ball. The ball went up into the air and fell into the arms of an onrushing

Monroeville player. An enormous cheer rang around the stadium. There was

practically no-one between the Monroeville player and the goal-line. Everyone

 

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in the Madison team started running in his direction to try to make the tackle,

but it was no good. He had too much momentum to be caught. He ran across

the goal line and threw the ball onto the ground.

 

Scott felt sick. It was all over. It didn’t matter if they made the extra

point, Madison couldn’t make another score in the few seconds left on the

clock. “Shit!” he thought to himself, “Shit, shit shit.”

 

As it happened, Monroeville made the extra point. The final score was

7-14.

 

Sam and Amy clapped their players. As far as they were concerned, the

game was over but the real fun could begin now. Already as the Monroville

players were accepting the congratulations of their adoring fans, a large wide

stage was being assembled in the middle of the field.

 

“Shame we’re not sat a bit closer to the field,” Sam complained.

 

“Well, they’ll show the best bits on the big screen. Man, I can’t wait to

see Stephanie Gruber’s face.”

 

Sam looked down to where the Madison cheerleaders were grouped together.

Even at this distance he could see that some of them were crying. The football

squad were stood by the touchline, looking quite nervous. No-one left their

seats.

 

On the field the stage had been constructed, and now two long benches

were being carried towards it. The two benches were placed side-by-side on

the stage to form one bench, long enough to accommodate an entire team. The

big screen was alternately showing the jubilant (and not to say quite relieved)

faces of the members of the victorious Monroeville team, and players from

Madison who were looking significantly less happy.

 

By tradition, the Master of Ceremonies was the quarterback of the winning

team. Frank White had been handed a radio microphone, and his face filled

the big screen.

 

“Thank-you for staying, Ladies and Gentlemen, for tonight’s fantastic victory by the Monroeville Mutineers.”

 

Another enormous cheer came from the massed supporters of Monroeville,

together with a few half-hearted ‘boo’s from the Madison faithful.

 

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“As you know, tradition holds that there is a small bet on the outcome

of tonight’s game. The terms of the bet have remained the same for many

years, so most of you know the fate that is to befall tonight’s losers. Ladies

and Gentlemen, welcome onto the stage the losers of Madison!!”

 

Another cheer, as the football team from Madison marched dejectedly onto

the stage, led by Scott, ready to face the outcome of the bet. The camera

panned along the line of players, broadcasting their faces onto the big screen.

Every single one of them looked nervous for the humiliation that they were

about to face. Frank continued on the microphone.

 

“The humiliation that these guys are going to face will be as embarassing

as they will be painful, and will be delivered by the beautiful girls of the

Monroeville cheerleading squad.”

 

To further roars from the crowd, the members of the cheerleading squad

climbed the few steps onto the stage, and each took a place next to one of the

Madison footballers. Each of them carried in their hand a polished wooden

paddle.

 

“Ok, boys, it’s time for the entertainment to begin. You have to turn and

kneel in front of this bench.” All the players except for Scott did this, and

then, “and now lose the pants.”

 

With extreme reluctance, each of the players unfastened their pants, and

pulled them down. A cheerleader was assigned to each of them, and helped

them to remove completely their pants and, within a short time, their underclothes, leaving the boys naked from the waist down, bent over the bench.

 

“Ok, now as you know the terms of the bet are more severe for the losing

quaterback, and I have to tell you that Mr. Scott Walker’s punishment will be

delivered with him completely naked.”

 

With this announcement and two players from Monroeville holding him

carefully, three cheerleaders stripped Scott completely. He hardly resisted,

there was no point. Any number of Monroeville boys were on hand to make

sure that he adhered to the terms of the bet. His only choice was to go through

with it.

 

While he was being stripped, the camera had panned along the line of

bare asses of the rest of the players, everyone magnified enormously on the big

 

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screen. The noise in the stadium reached another level as the camera reached

Scott, who knelt down and took his place on the bench, completely nude.

 

“For the first part of the forfeit, each player is going to recieve twenty-five

swats with the paddle. Scott Walker will recieve forty.”

 

The camera focussed on the first player on the bench, who was named

Ricardo Sanchez. The operator pulled back, so that the picture on the screen

showed not only the bare ass of the player, but the Monroeville cheerleader

who stood next to him. She made a few practice swings with her paddle, and

then took aim and held the paddle ready to make the first swat.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, silence please for the first swat.”

 

Slowly the noise in the stadium decreased to a hubbub, then to a murmur,

then to complete silence. Frank held the microphone close to the butt of

Ricardo, so that the sound the paddle made when it connected would be

amplified around the arena. The cheerleader nodded, and swung the paddle.

 

Ricardo felt his butt explode in pain, as the paddle hit him. The ‘smack’

that the paddle made echoed around the stadium, as the silence evaporated

into another great cheer. There was no more silence, as the cheerleader hit

him with the second swat. And then a third, and a forth... Eventually there

was no way to keep count as blow after blow rained down on his butt. He

glanced up at the big screen which was showing a close up of his reddened ass.

Finally the cheerleader delivered the final stroke, and waved the paddle in the

air acknowledging the cheers of the crowd.

 

Then the camera moved on to the player to Ricardo’s left, who was about

to receive the first of his twenty-five swats.

 

Each beating took several minutes, and then the next one would start.

The players further down the line grew more and more apprehensive as they

awaited their turn. Sometimes Frank White held his microphone close to the

mouths of the guy getting whacked, so that his screams were heard around the

stadium.

 

For Scott the waiting was unbearable. He would be punished last, and he

would get more swats.

 

“And now, Ladies and Gentelmen, the losing quarterback will receive his

 

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forty swats.” Frank White’s voice boomed around the stadium. They had

reached the end of the spanking line, and Scott was bent over the bench; his

naked ass pointing into the air. Frank knew that Scott would try to hold in

his screams, so he pointed the microphone at the Madison quaterback’s butt.

 

The Monroeville cheerleader that had been assigned to Scott took aim with

her paddle, and swung with all her strength. SMACK! The paddle connected

beautifully and the sound was amplifed by the PA system into the stadium.

Due to the fact that sound travels slowly, the sound of the ‘smack’ from the

speakers reached Scott’s ears again and again after the hit. Not that Scott

could concentrate on this or anything else, so overwhelming was the pain in

his butt. But he did not scream. The cheerleader again swung another ass-

blistering swat, to the cheers of the crowd.

 

Scott was able to remain stoic throughout the first ten swats, making not

a sound as each lick of the paddle increased his pain and embarassment, but

Frank could tell that his resolve was failing. Each additional stroke was causing

him to wiggle more and more (a fact that was not unnoticed by the crowd

watching on the big screen). When he sensed that Scott was about to break

he said to the cheerleader

 

“OK, Jessica. Lets make this one extra hard.”

 

Jessica nodded, and prepared to strike. Frank moved his microphone to

next to Scott’s mouth, and Jessica unleashed a monster stroke. All her strength

was put into punishing the ass of the boy kneeling next to her and her young

arms delivered the most intense pain that Scott had ever experienced. He

could not stop the scream escaping from his lips, to the delight of Frank and

the crowd. Made to scream by a girl paddling him while he was naked, Scott’s

embarassment was complete. He was taunted mercilessly by the crowd while

the remaining swats were given. But his ordeal was not yet over...

 

The rest of the team, having taken their paddling, had to run one circuit

of the field, still naked from the waist down. This enabled the crowd to see

at close quarters the extremely red asses that the team had recieved, and to

enjoy the spectacle of their meaty cocks bouncing around as they ran.

 

Amy was torn between watching the boys running as they approached

 

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the part of the stadium closest to where they were seated, and the stage,

upon which the Madison cheerleaders were being ushered. Sam’s attention

was undividedly focused on the girls.

 

“For the next part of tonight’s entertainment the ladies of the Madison

cheerleading squad are going to get their spanking.” Frank’s announcement

heralded another (noticably more masculine) cheer from the crowd.

 

The Madison cheerleaders had lined up along the vacant bench, and now

one of the players from the Monroeville team stood next to each of them. They

had taken possession of the paddles and were looking very much forward to

their rˆole in the next part of the show. Most of the Madison cheerleaders were

crying. Stephanie bit her lip as she nervously waited for instructions. She had

seen the high-resolution images of the boys butts displayed on the big screen

and realised that, due to the position they would be put in, the girls’ pussies

as well as asses would be clearly visible to the entire crowd.

 

“OK girls, I need you to kneel down and bend over the bench.” Slowly the

cheerleaders did this. Then Frank continued, “Ladies and Gentlemen, let me

remind you that Mr. Walker here has to watch these girls being spanked. If he

remains soft throughout then his punishment is over and we all go home. But

if he gets an erection, then the final´e will be a further punishment for him.”

 

Scott looked at the row of girls before him. Bent over the benches, their

short cheerleading skirts still covered them, for now. But Scott knew that

would not last long, and he did not know for how long he could remain soft.

 

One-by-one each Monroeville player flipped up the skirt of one of the cheerleaders. The camera followed along the line, broadcasting one panty-covered

ass after another onto the big screen. Frank noticed Scott almost imperceptibly

flinch as it came to the turn of Alina Morricone to have her panties revealed.

Frank told the three girls holding Scott to carry him down off the stage to

stand directly behind Alina.

 

A cameraman followed them, pointing his camera directly towards Scott’s

groin. Most of the big screen showed the pictures of the girls, but in one corner

there was an inset close-up of Scott’s cock. Everyone wanted to know if he

was getting hard.

 

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Stephanie was the first girl in the line. She had been the first to have her

skirt raised, and was now waiting for the next inevitable moment.

 

“So... Does anyone here want to see these girls asses?” Frank was enjoying

his job enormously. A very loud cheer from the crowd signalled that, yes, seeing

these girls asses would be appreciated. Stephanie felt the hands of the boy next

to her gripping her panties, and pulling them down to her knees. Stephanie

could look to the big screen, and burst into tears. Up there was her own ass,

50 feet wide, for everyone to look at.

 

She knew that tonight a hundred boys would go home and masturbate and

in their minds all the time would be this picture of her bare ass, revealed to

the whole city, and then spanked.

 

More sobs indicated that one-by-one the other girls were having their

panties removed. As Alina’s panties were pulled down, Scott felt a twinge

of reaction in his penis. He knew it was going to be difficult to remain soft.

The problem was that he had had a crush on Alina since she arrived at the

school three years ago from Italy. Her olive skin and dark hair together with

that accent had made an unforgettable combination, about whom Scott had

often fantasised. Now he was able to see her perfect naked ass for the first

time and he was not allowed to get hard.

 

But it was worse. Alina shifted her position slightly to become more comfortable, but due to his positioning slightly below the stage and directly behind

her, Scott was offered an unimpeded view of Alina’s pussy. In between her legs,

Alina’s slit was completely exposed to him. This was not going to be easy,

Scott thought, trying desperately to think un-sexy thoughts.

 

The paddling began. Each cheerleader received fifteen swats of the paddle.

Loud smacks echoed around the stadium, punctuating the noise of the crowd.

Sam felt like he was in heaven. There in front of him where some of the most

beautiful girls in the school, bent over, panties down for a paddling. Amy

glanced at the crotch of her friend. Sure enough there was an obvious tenting,

caused by obvious reasons.

 

“It’s good you’re not in Scott Walker’s position,” she commented, gesturing. “Can’t you guys keep that thing under control?”

 

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“Wha? Er,” said Sam, embarassed.

 

But Amy was also enjoying the show. Right now Stephanie was getting her

ass whacked. Amy and Stephanie had a few classes together, and Amy had

found her to be something of a stuck-up bitch. She was enjoying seeing the

blonde cheerleader getting taken down a peg-or-two.

 

The girl to Alina’s left had just received the last of her fifteen strokes. Now

it was the turn of the dark-haired Italian. Frank White stood in front of her,

holding the microphone to her mouth. The footballer stood next to her raised

his paddle, took aim, and delivered a stinging blow.

 

“OOOOWWWWAA! Mama-mia.” Alina’s reaction was broadcast loud

around the stadium.

 

For Scott it was a torture. As further blows rained down on her beautiful,

perfect, dark-skinned ass Scott noticed further details, such as her fading tan-

lines. And that pussy, the one that Scott had so often dreamed about, now

revealed to him. Slowly, unable to stop himself, his cock started to stiffen, and

point upwards.

 

This reaction was not missed by the crowd. Scott’s cock-close-up displayed

the evidence to everyone looking at the big screen. Cheers and jeers accompanied his cock as it slowly stood to attention.

 

Nothing was going to make it go down now. There were four more cheerleaders to be paddled. All of them slim, with tight asses. Some of them

shaking as their owners sobbed. No cock in the world would get soft in such a

situation.

 

All too soon for Scott, the girl’s paddlings ended and they trooped off the

stage together. They were spared the bottomless run. Each of the guys had

been allowed to keep the panties of the girl they had paddled, as a souvenir,

but the girls’ cheerleading skirts meant they were able to leave the field in a

more-or-less dignified way.

 

As Alina passed Scott she whispered “I’m sorry...”

 

Still erect, Scott was marched up back onto the stage, followed by his

 

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camera crew. Frank was addressing the crowd once more.

 

“Since your star quarterback proved himself unable to control his own cock,

he has earned himself some further punishment.”

 

Scott knew the terms of the bet and he knew what the extra punishment

was going to be.

 

“After another twenty spanks with the paddle, Scott will finally have to

endure a cock-beating.”

 

The loudest cheer yet came from the sadistic crowd. Scott was bent over

the bench again, ass upwards. A paddle was produced from somewhere, and

one of the Monroeville cheerleaders did another number on his backside. Still

smarting from the previous punishment, another twenty hits was not what he

needed right now. But he would have gladly taken a hundred more licks if it

would mean his cock being spared.

 

As soon as the last of the twenty strokes hit home, Scott was bodily picked

up and turned over onto his back. He was turned and carried to the edge of

the bench, and positioned so that his ass sat on the very edge of the bench,

one leg to either side of it. In this position his cock was totally exposed.

 

The cameramen positioned themselves to either side of him, one training

his camera directly at the naked boy’s cock, the other taking a full length

picture. Scott noticed the head cheerleader from Monroeville coming up the

steps onto the stage. She was carrying a wooden ruler.

 

“Do you have anything to say to your fans?” Frank was asking him.

 

“I’m sorry... I let you down...” Between the emotion of the occasion, and

his fear of what was going to happen next, Scott had difficulty to speak.

 

With a flick of her wrist, the head cheerleader smacked Scott’s cock with

the ruler.

 

Scott saw it happening almost in slow motion. The ruler swept an arc, and

hit his cock like a guided missile. She hit directly in the middle of his hard

shaft. The pain was unlike anything he had felt before. He wanted to curl up

into a ball, to protect his cock, but strong hands held him in place.

 

She hit him a second time. Slightly higher up the shaft, the pain was no

less. More hits. Scott was in agony. No boy should have to endure such

punishment to the cock.

 

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From the side of the field, Alina was watching Scott’s final punishment on

the big screen. She knew that it was her paddling that caused him to become

hard. And, even though it was not her fault, she couldn’t help feeling a little

guilty.

 

Scott had taken nine ruler strokes to his manhood. The girl hitting him

had delivered them all up and down his shaft. For the final stroke she took a

careful aim, and smashed the ruler down onto his cockhead.

 

For Scott this blow to the most sensitive part of his most sensitive part

was a torment too much. Like the cheerleaders he too burst into tears. The

hands released him, and his own hands flew to his crotch. His screams echoed

around the stadium and finally died away as he rubbed his fragile manparts.

Trying to make the pain go away.

 

It was more than an hour since the game ended. The crowd slowly started

to disperse. Lights switched back on in the town of Madison. The biggest night

in the football calendar was over, for another year. Tomorrow there might be

some sore heads in Monroeville. In Madison, just a few red asses, and one

extremely sore cock.

 

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