Out of the four boys caught Noah, by far, would be considered the sweetest. The twenty-one-year-old had grown delusional of his soft looks and who they attracted. Running with the alphas in the school had perhaps convinced him he was seen as one. If he ever gave into his curiosity he would have known he was the prime image of a sweet young man needing to be ravaged. His soft blond hair gave for an easy grab, his full lips gave hint at a sweet seal, while his tight physique would only looked good forcibly bent down for another man. It was a Friday when he had found out what he was truly meant for. Watching his stronger friends be subdued and assaulted had brought out a submissive nature he hoped would save his life.
When Noah was taken out of the cabin he found himself being ushered to the heart of the fair. He had been brought to one of the games and found his stomach churning when he read the sign "Wack-a-Mole." He knew how the game worked, he played it as a child many times. His confusion was how you would incorporate a living person in it. That answer came when he was brought to a line of spanking benches in a row. Each bench had a colour upon it and before he could gather what they all were he was placed at one with a green spot. His cries were rewarded with laughter, and it seemed the others abducted for such a game also shared irritation with him. They had all been forced into this hell and there was no sense in wailing about it. In the end he resigned to his fate and found himself strapped in place.
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Noah sat trembling in place wondering what was going to happen. There was no way he could tell time but assumed he must have been strapped to the bench for an hour or two before commotion was going on around him. The smells around teased him with fond memories of fried foods and carnival rides. His tears started when he realized he had become the ride. He knew he was going to be beaten but couldn't stop pondering on what other twisted things were headed his way. In the cabin there had been many comments about his young body. When they sodomized him with the dildo there were cruel jokes on who was going to love his hole next. He was a prize of some sort; his imagination wouldn't quite let him delve into what that meant but he knew none of it was good. Before the day was over he was sure he would be taken by some strange man. His tears flowed like a river of salty sweetness down his face as he tugged against his restraints.
The others around Noah had grown frustrated with his girlish weeping. It was not without reason, the silent men would have been crying if they knew what was heading their way. Sadistic men roamed the carnival hoping to inflict as much pain as humanly possible. They had a vengeance against youth and sought to handle it by bending those they could not be to their will. Damien was no doubt one of the worst.
Damien Black, the ex marine who was as physically capable as the men he hunted brought more than a chill of fear to the ones he targeted. Since his twenties he had always had a sinister joy in watching the look of pain upon a pretty face. Now in his fifties he had accumulated wealth that would let him seek out his desires and a partner he could share them with. The young man moving by his side was once one of the men Damien unleashed his cruelty upon. Although months of subservience wore him down and he found a dark fantasy that could not be tapped by any other. Reid adored his daddy and there wasn't much he wouldn't do for him. Once he accepted his role he found life had moved by easier. His daddy would never neglect any of his needs, nor forget a punishment if it was necessary. Gifts weren't scarce either and currently he was set to enjoy one of them. The carnival was always a tradition that had grown to be one of his favorites.
Damien's dark eyes scanned the fair grounds. His excitement had his attention moving every direction trying to figure out where to start off. He couldn't withhold the smile as he watched his boy enjoying some cotton candy giving a wide smile of appreciation. Reid was anything but rude so he tried to keep his attention to the attractions he thought his daddy would enjoy. It was endearing to see the hazel eyes dart to the games before resuming attention to the one who brought him here. Finally, Damien grabbed his partner looking to the games.
"How about your daddy tries to win you one of these prizes."
Reid's hazel eyes lit up, "Are you sure?"
Damien nodded causing the young man to jump up and down with glee.
"Thank you daddy!"
"Which one of these games caught your attention kid?" Damien asked running a hand over his partner's light brown hair.
"No one in Wack-a-Mole yet. How about I get to show them how strong my daddy can be."
A sinister smile came over Damien, "You always know how to please your daddy."
Perhaps the only solace for Noah was that he wasn't the only behind to feel Damien's hand. Eventually his sobs had died down and it was when he was silent had the cruel top moved up to the game.
Footsteps were moving around him and he craned his neck to try and see who it was. His position had made it impossible however and he was only left with the words of those around. He knew it was bad when a few around had started sniffling. Whatever he was here for was going to happen. He began to shake in his binds as one of the carnys explained the game.
"We have five minutes, ten minutes and fifteen. Ten tokens per every five minutes. You are free to use your own implements but we ask you stick with paddles, canes or your hands. You will notice large coloured markings by each of the bottoms, when you see the light shine you have ten seconds to hit the bottom with the matching colour. Points will be giving for bruising, amount of hits and screams, beat the high-score you get a prize."
Noah jumped when a hand came across his naked behind.
"Good ol' green here is as tight as they come. We have a cozy setup in the back tent where this cunt can be yours. Good luck."
Noah's only response was a plea for release. He hadn't resorted to screams like before but hoped a sympathetic whimper could sway the hearts of those around. A tear rolled down his cheek when the opposite happened. He heard a giggle of excitement followed by a moan of longing.
"Win him daddy!"
Noah did everything in his power to stop his limbs from trembling; glancing to the side he realized he wasn't the only one. From his peripheral he caught the glow of lights and music started up. The game had started.
There was nowhere to run, nowhere to turn as he waited his abuse. His mind immediately began to run to the extreme porn he and his friends would turn on for a dare. By the end of the video the girl would be crying, bruised and unable to walk. When a scream came from his left he nearly jumped out of his skin. He found himself whimpering as well, wondering what made so much noise when hitting the skin. The man continued shrieking for another few seconds before he stilled. Tears were streaming down his face and his entire body coated in a sweat. There was no time for Noah to relax as another shriek was heard.
Damien worked with ruthless skill as he beat the tender asses red. With each smack of his paddle a body would pull away while simultaneously letting out a scream that caused his blood to race south. Blue turned to yellow and he found himself moving for the next awaiting behind. Reid was now clapping his hands and cheering with glee as a squeal came over the tent. He laughed along with his partner and watched as the light turned green. He was lucky, it was only one step to the left. He brought up his paddle bringing it across the unmarked flesh.
Noah screamed as a burning sensation overcame his left cheek. He could feel his muscle flinching from the hit and a bruise slowly growing from the spot. As he sucked in a feeble breath he was struck again. This time his cry escaped as a plea for mercy. He tried to kick at the one hitting him only to receive another strike. He howled out feeling his vocal cords strain. It was now could he feel a deep imprint of the wood hitting him. His poor trembling cheeks were rewarded with another strike causing him to jerk away. It seemed attempts at escape were handled with more pain, but he couldn't help it. The force alone caused his body to lurch forward. Then it was over. He hung limply trying to catch his breath as the man at the very end of the line began crying for an end.