Happy Birthday, Hayden #2
Move fast, he reminded himself.
His hands and knees churned with uncoordinated speed as he squeezed between the legs of his brothers, racing to the end.
To Bubba. Blows rained down on him, some directly on target, others bouncing off his thighs.
Some of the guys delivered token smacks.
Others seemed to wind up for it. His journey couldn’t have taken more than a minute but it felt like an eternity of mixed joy and terror.
His head bumped off legs and asses and occasionally a ball sack.
He swore he could smell the musk of two dozen men lined up crotch to crotch, so much testosterone so close to his nose.
His own cock swung in the jock, which was too small to contain a full erection.
He was hard and hurting and blissed out and sure everyone must know, and then he was at the end.
His face ran smack into Bubba’s thighs, which were as hard as iron and no longer splayed wide.
Bubba braced one hand on Hayden’s back and used the other to deliver the hardest blow yet, directly to his right ass cheek.
Hayden nudged at Bubba’s thighs, trying to part them with his head, to pass through to the end of the gauntlet, but Bubba wasn’t having it and Hayden’s forehead was no match for Bubba’s quads.
Bubba laid down one swat after another, laughing the whole while. He crouched lower, so that now it wasn’t his thighs Hayden was head-butting, but his cock, which was as hard as Hayden’s and too big to ignore.
Hayden tilted his head up, meaning to protest, but that only put his mouth where his forehead had been, and now Bubba was grinding against him as he peppered Hayden’s ass.
Hayden took deep inhales of the groin in his face, his mouth watering with want.
His ass was on fire, every blow adding to the heat and the need, and tears prickled at his eyes as he relished this too-brief moment.
“Get a room,” someone called.
Everyone laughed, making him realize he was no longer in a gauntlet, no longer in a one-way tunnel he was blocked from exiting by Bubba’s mass. The two of them were now at the center of a circle of sneering gawkers with nothing preventing him from moving left or right or backward.
Bubba separated his thighs, and Hayden passed between them.
“Congrats.” Suddenly Aaron was there, reaching down to give him a hand up, helpful now when it was too late. “You survived your first gauntlet. Don’t mind Bubba. He’s always like that.”
Hayden pressed his lips together to hide the way they were trembling.
“It’s just a game. A sort of tradition.” Aaron squeezed his shoulder. “Maybe we should’ve gotten rid of it with the rest of the hazing. You’re not hurt, are you?”
Hayden shook his head, though his ass throbbed and his balls ached. He tried to discreetly wedge his cock back into the jock, but the motion probably wasn’t all that discreet. Aaron politely ignored it.
“Here.” Bubba thrust a piece of cake at him. “You earned it.” Then he disappeared before Hayden could even say thank you.
The cake was chocolate, like he’d asked for, and tasted better because Bubba had handed it to him.
Bought it for him, even, though apparently that was only because Bubba had wanted to spank his ass.
Hayden wished Bubba really did want to spank his ass.
The two of them alone somewhere with his pants down and Bubba’s huge hand groping him between swats.
He ate cake, trying to smile. Just a game.
A lark. A little hazing. It’d been a dream come true but, hey, it wasn’t that serious.
At least he was making friends. Everyone wanted to come up and slap him on the back, say happy birthday and tell him he was a good sport.
No one seemed to realize what had really happened, and he started to relax.
Just a memory for the spank bank. No harm done.
Once the cake had been demolished, the brothers started to fade away, returning to their studying or girlfriends or video games.
Hayden moved around the room, throwing away the plates and forks they’d left behind.
He smiled to himself as he returned an arm chair to the center of the room from where it’d been pushed aside to make room for the gauntlet.
Hopefully the frat wouldn’t nix this tradition and he would get to do it again next year.
Shame about Bubba being a senior though.
He gave the room a last once-over, then headed for the door.
Time to spank to that memory he’d banked.
But he pulled up short when he found Bubba blocking the doorway in much the same way he’d blocked Hayden’s way out of the gauntlet, his wide shoulders filling the doorframe, his thighs braced to prevent Hayden’s exit.
“How’s your ass?”
“It’s fine.” He reached back to check, wincing only slightly at the pain his gentle pat stirred up. “Nothing I won’t survive.”
Bubba nodded solemnly. “I should look at it.”
“Huh?” That single confused syllable was all he could manage.
“I ought to make sure you’re okay. Come on.”
Bubba grabbed him by the wrist and hauled him down the hallway and up the stairs to where the upperclassmen had bedrooms.
“This is my room,” he said as he pushed Hayden into it.
Two single beds separated by a dresser filled most of the space. One bed had been neatly made. The other was a tangle of sheets and blankets and pillows. That was the one Bubba led him to. Even standing, Hayden could smell Bubba’s scent emanating from the messy bedding.
Bubba sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. Hayden had no idea what that meant.
“See, if you lie down across my lap here, then I can look at your ass and make sure it’s okay.”
For the first time, Bubba sounded uncertain, more like he was asking than ordering. Almost like he was pleading. His face, with its all-American smile, looked wistful, hopeful. He knew he couldn’t make Hayden do this, but he wanted Hayden to do it.