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Friday Night Bites
 
c
 
. 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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