Note - This series is dedicated to the original master of cute-beefcake-butt-imbecile-jocks-getting-their-dumb-hairy-and-cute-asses-humiliated-and-spanked stories, Jerry Berry/Jake. Don't believe me? Check out "Macho Guys learn their lesson".
The whistle blew and all hell broke loose. Gil made a break for it, and of course his feet comically flew out from him and he landed on his bubblebutt hard. "OOFFF," he exclaimed, the polished floor was our enemy. He tried to get up again, and fell once more, this time on his chest, with his knees trapped under him, and his bullseyed, electric pink butt wriggling in the air. A much too inviting target. Jesus, this whole situation was humiliating. If any of Gil's many _s_e_x_ual conquests could see him now - they would laugh til tears came out of their eyes.
I was frozen and watched as Dean swooped up behind the squirming Gil brandishing the hockeystick paddle Evan had fiendishly designed. Just like a hockey player, and our rumps were the pucks! HE scooped Gil's butt, thwacking it with the paddle and began to actually slide Gil's entire struggling jock body the length of the gym toward the net! Gil's butt was the contact point! Gil's tights and body suit made the trip easy, like sliding on ice.
"Oh, no! No, cut the _s_h_i_t_! Oooff, oh man!!!" Gil yelled, sliding on his chest, butt corralled by the hockey paddle, arms flailing in front of him, knees sliding under him. To further humiliate him on his journey, Dean peppered his bum with short spanks with the paddle, angry love-taps to Gil's squirming buttocks. Then the final brandish - Dean stopped, and with a flourish gave one final spank, activating the pop paddle. What is the pop paddle? Ya know what an airbag is like in a car? Picture one on a fraternity paddle. A splitsecond burst of compressed air, inflating a butt-sized air bag, giving a paddle stroke an extra sting, and seemingly enough velocity to send a pledge and his butt into orbit. The first time my ass was pop-paddled, I was assuming the position and the explosion sent me face first into the adjoining wall. I learned to brace myself after that.
The pop paddle effect here was enough to propel my best pal Gil and his ass sliding into the net face first. Dean swung, the paddle popped, and Gil's ass would be a meaty red for about three weeks afterward. He slid into the paddleball net with a garbled "Ooof! Yeowh!" through the nylon stocking smooshed over his face. All I could think of was that scene in "The Running Man" when Arnold and his friends are used as hockey pucks by Sub-Zero. Also wearing bodysuits...
Joey, Spike and I made a break for it...destination? The double doors and freedom. Yeah right. Spike, already incredibly clutzy, immediately slipped, sending his chubby legs (Spike REALLY filled out his tights, and I was a little worried about Joey being able to breathe inside Spike's shall we say Rubenesque rump on the ride home) into Joey's tripping them both, making a squirming pile of baby blue arms and legs on the gym floor. It would have been comical, Joey: "Spike, ya dumb fat ass! Get offa me!" Spike" "_f_u_c_k_ you, I can't help it! These stupid pantyhose made me slip!", as Spike's butt got mashed onto Joey's crotch and their entangled legs rubbed together, and later - Joey privately informed me that the whole humiliating experience had provided ample material for a beat-off session, and that really freaked him out. I, too had thrown a boner for the entire experience.
The two finally managed to get on their hands and knees, side by side, cheeks to cheeks. Like I said, inviting targets - two blue sets of buttcakes. They were almost ready to try the ascent to standing when along came the blue team - Matt and Evan (I think) and their butts were paddled soundly. They didn't even start sliding them yet - Joey and Spike just went down on their chests, knees under them, their blue butts even higher in the air. And I guess Matt and Evan decided to punish them for their clumsiness. They got the paddling of their lives. SMACK! SMACK! I'm sure Spike and Joe's cute faces were contorted into anguish, as their hands went down to cup their already mashed sacs, for protection from paddles.
"OOOOHHH, Spike when I get out of this - I'm gonna _f_u_c_k_ing waste you, ya tubby bitch! YEOOOWW!" said Joey, buttcheeks flexing helplessly under the barrage of paddlewhacks.
"DOn't blame me, ya _s_h_i_t_head! OW! OH PLEASE BIG BROTHERS, PLEASE STOP! OOOOFFFFF!" SPike's ample buns were no protection, if anything his large butt swathed in tight nylon was a more offered target than Gil's tight buns. His cakes jiggled and writhed under the sharp smacks.
Matt and Evan were howling - they both shouted "RUMPROAST!" and activtated their pop paddles. Collectively herding Spike and Joey into one entangled mess, they began sliding their prisoners down the length of the gymnasium. The buttbags on the pop paddles expanded, smacking the blue team's already punished butts, and providing maximum velocity to their speedy trip to the court. As I flew the other way, I noticed Gil had escaped the entangling net and Joey (God, bless him,)managed to roll out from under Spike's butt in his face, and escaped being herded into the blue team's net. It was my turn for some humiliation.