The Main Attraction #2
He flung open the door and yanked Gil through it, ready or not.
And he was so not ready. On the other side, a long line of men—more than Gil could count—formed a twisty maze of flesh.
Each of the living barriers thwacked an implement against his palm.
A half-rotting school teacher held a ruler.
A chef covered in stage blood sported a wooden spoon.
The maniacal lumberjack swung a switch made of twigs, and the ghost held a length of chain.
Thomas yelled go, and Gil went. Hands grabbed for him as he raced through the maze, each character getting in a smack or two on his thighs or ass using whatever it yielded.
The implements stung on flesh already made tender, and Gil yelped as he twisted in strong arms, escaping one tormentor only to plow straight into the grasp of the next.
He was dimly aware of Thomas following him, sometimes pushing him when he lagged due to appreciating a particular implement or a set of especially muscled forearms a little too much, and sometimes falling behind for his own reasons.
After a long and fraught battle full of the sounds of heavy breathing and deep moaning and high-pitched squeals, the two of them made it to the other side.
“One more room,” Thomas said as they huddled together in front of the door, panting and hesitant.
Gil swallowed. “Is it bad?”
“You can do it. We’ll do it together.”
Thomas hugged him hard. Their erections batted against each other as they swayed, and Gil wanted to stay just like this, with the two of them grinding their cocks together while their asses ached, until a growl from behind them had him reaching for the doorknob in a hurry.
The room on the other side was eerily silent and disturbingly empty compared to the chaos that had preceded it.
At the far end—a long and terrifying walk away—sat two thrones side by side.
In front of each throne stood a man, the biggest men Gil had seen yet, bare-chested with leather trousers and leather masks, each holding a giant ax.
“They’re not going to chop off our heads, are they?” Gil put a hand on his dick, concerned about both his heads.
“Of course not,” Thomas reassured him. “It’s final punishment, that’s all. Which one do you want?”
Gil didn’t see what he deserved punishment for. Nevertheless, he pointed at the slightly larger of the two overlarge executioners. Hand in hand, he and Thomas crossed the room to offer themselves as sacrifice.
Gil’s executioner didn’t wait for him to take the final step.
He grabbed Gil around the waist and seated himself on the throne all while maneuvering Gil into position as smoothly and easily as if this were his day job.
Gil was ass-up over the guy’s lap, pitched so far forward that the crown of his head touched the ground and his cock dangled almost in reach of his own mouth.
Behind him, the behemoth flipped up the skirt of his dress.
Gil pressed his hands against the floor, trying to raise his head so he could find Thomas, and there he was, over his own executioner’s lap, his position mirroring Gil’s with his cock visible between the arms he was using to brace himself.
As the first blow fell, Gil wished he could touch Thomas’s cock, but soon he was being spanked so steadily and so brutally that all he could do was squirm and sob.
Smacks peppered up and down his thighs and over his ass cheeks, one after another.
He’d thought his ass was tender before, but now it turned crimson.
He kicked and blubbered and called for Thomas who was calling for him right back, the two of them receiving their spankings in stereoscopic torment until Gil orgasmed with a violence that mirrored the havoc being visited on his ass.
His conscious mind floated away, off to some place it had never been before where everything was a bright, hot, wonderful white.
When he came back to full awareness, he found himself still over the executioner’s lap but not as precariously.
The executioner was patting his butt lightly, almost soothingly, and Thomas was right there in front of him, still splayed across his own tormentor’s knees.
His face was wet with tears, but it shone with something like contentment.
Gil stretched across the space between them and kissed Thomas with all the softness now coursing through his body.
He could have stayed there forever, kissing Thomas and Thomas kissing back, while the strong man patted his tortured ass with a powerful, yet gentle, hand, but eventually the twin executioners stood them on their feet and pointed them toward a door marked Exit in glowing red.
No one waited for them on the other side of that door, only the alcove where they’d stashed their clothes. Gil slid his underwear and basketball shorts on under his skirt, then put on his wig and topped it with the tiara. Next to him, Thomas dressed in a silence that felt peaceful and sweet.
“Told you you’d like it,” he said when they were outside again, in the dark and now-deserted fairgrounds.
“How’d you even know it was there?”
“Remember the guy dressed like a pirate who was swinging a sawed-off plank? He’s a friend of mine. A few years ago he told me how they change the haunted house into a spanking challenge course for twinks once the fair shuts down, so now I go every year. Best attraction there, like I said.”
“The pirate’s your boyfriend?”
“No, just someone who spanks me when I feel like getting spanked. I’m sure he’d be willing to spank you too, if you wanted.”
Would Gil want that? He rubbed a hand over his sore ass. He was going to be feeling this for days. Which, maybe he wouldn’t mind. He could get some mileage out of the memories for sure. That had been scary but also fun and super-hot.
He would be willing to come back next year as long, as Thomas came with him.
But if he thought about doing it without Thomas, about going to see Thomas’s pirate friend on his own, he didn’t have the same enthusiasm for it.
Getting spanked without Thomas there to share his terror and joy would be scary without being sexy.
“Only if you go with me,” he said, reaching for Thomas’s hand. “I’ll get my spanking and you can get yours. Then maybe after…”
Thomas grinned. “I’ve got some cream at my place. It’s called arnica. It’s supposed to help with bruising. You wanna come over? I’ll rub some on your ass.”
“And then I can rub some on yours?”
“Yeah, and then…. Well, who knows what then.”
“Yeah,” Gil said. “I wanna do that. All of it.”
He leaned in to kiss Thomas the way he probably should have done a while go.
The two of them were going to be great together, especially with this new dimension added to the equation.
A big guy to work him over and then a sweet guy to wind him down.
That didn’t sound like torture at all. It sounded like heaven.
~~The End~~
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