Only 30 seconds remained in the game, but Josh knew he had lost the bet. The Chiefs were ahead of the Cowboys 49-24, an embarrassing and unexpected loss. He looked across the sofa at Jeff, who was smiling with the glee of someone who knows he's won. And the Chiefs had more than double the points of the Cowboys. According to the elaborate betting rules Josh and Jeff had created, that counted as a humiliating loss. A humiliating loss equaled humiliating punishment according to their betting rules.

Jeff and Josh were two college jocks who had lived together in a small offcampus house for over a year. The two were essentially lovers, although neither of them had ever expressed that sort of affection or vocalized their feelings. They had separate beds, but they had _s_e_x_ often enough that sleeping arrangements didn't really count.

What they did have together was a mutual love of hard-core corporal punishment -- Jeff called it "good, hard ass-whackings." In their household the paddle was used as discipline when one of them failed to do his chores. And it was also used for betting purposes. They bet every week on the football games. And the loser's ass became the property of the winner for that afternoon. And that's when the fun began.

Josh shifted uncomfortably as the timer counted down. He knew he was in for some trouble this time. More specifically, he was going to get some revenge spanking at Jeff's hands. Three weeks ago Jeff suffered a humiliating loss and Josh decided to introduce Jeff to the concepts of enemas and butt plugs as part of his punishment. Josh knew that Jeff wanted to return the humiliation.

Josh stood up. He and Jeff were both wearing spandex shorts with jock staps on underneath, tight T-shirts and baseball caps. Josh had black hair and a muscular body with a well-rounded bubble butt. Jeff was blond and even more muscular than Josh and had the broad, muscular ass of a linebacker.

"Into the kitchen with you," Jeff said. "Get a brush and scrub the kitchen floor. And make it clean enough to eat off. You'll find out why..."

"Aw come on man, that sounds gross!" Josh said.

Jeff frowned and picked up the paddle from the coffee table. It was long, thick hardwood and had a bunch of small holes drilled in it. "You know you aren't allowed to question me! You have to do what I say! Turn around and put your hands on the back of the sofa."

Josh slumped his shoulders knowing he had broken the rules and turned around. He put his hands on the back of the sofa. Without prompting, he spread his legs a bit and arched his back, making a delectible and irresistible target of his round, spandex-clad ass.

Jeff swung back with the paddle and gave him ten hard swats. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Josh took them all without comment.. though his ass quivered a bit on the last three.

"Now get in there and work!" Jeff said. Josh turned and walked into the kitchen and pulled out some cleaning supplies and got to work on the floor. Jeff sat on the armrest of the sofa and watched Josh's ass wiggle around as he cleaned the floor on his hands and knees. Both Jeff and Josh had huge hardons.

As jocks, Josh and Jeff had some unstated rules they observed in paddling. The jock being paddle would always work hard to keep that ass sticking out to make a good spanking target out of it. Squirming around was considered a sign of being a wimp. Jocks take their punishment like men.

The jock getting paddled also tried like hell not to show that the paddling hurt at all as long as they could. When they did finally start crying out in pain though, they never shouted out things like "Stop!" or anything to suggest they couldn't handle it. And they never, ever tried to physically protect their asses or stop the punishment. Even if they were crying.

And by the end of a punishment they usually were crying because their other unspoken rule was that no mercy was ever asked for or given as far as paddling was concerned. Each swat with the paddle was as hard as the jock could muster, and with Josh's and Jeff's bulging biceps that was quite a lot. When one of their asses were paddled, it carried the marks of the punishment for almost a week. several days, if not longer.

When Josh was done Jeff made him take off his shirt and his shorts, leaving Josh standing in the kitchen in just a jockstrap and a baseball cap turned backwards. Josh had a classic V-shaped upper body, with well-defined pectorals and washboard abs. Josh's ass bulged out in perfectly round, smooth hemispheres. His ass was already pink from the 10 swats Jeff gave him. When Jeff was done with him, he planned to make sure Josh's ass was a nice dark red all over, except for the purple where all the welts were.

Jeff walked over to a kitchen cabinet and pulled out a box of tapered candles, and then a small scraper. He pointed to a spot by the kitchen table. "Get on your hands and knees" he ordered. Josh complied, relieved that it didn't look like he was going to be eating off the floor.

Jeff lit one of the candles with a lighter. He let it burn for a second, then as wax started to melt from the candle he tilted it towards the kitchen floor directly in front of Josh, the wax dribbled on the floor. Jeff walked backwards and slowly made a trail of melted wax around the kitchen table, right up to Josh's upturned ass.

"Okay, here's the deal." Jeff said. "You're going to do 10 laps cleaning up the wax with this scraper. After every lap you get 10 swats. If you miss any wax on a lap you get another 10 swats that lap." Jeff smiled. "And if the candle goes out you get another 10 swats."

"What do you mean if the candle goes out?" Josh asked. In response, Jeff bent down behind Josh, turned the candle sideways and shoved the thick end of the candle half way up Josh's ass. Josh grunted in surprise but refused to admit any sort of embarrassment.

"You'll probably want to hurry. The wax will melt down the taper and well... you know," Jeff said, smiling. "You can begin if you want." He dropped the scraper in front of Josh.

Josh picked it up and began scraping the wax in front of him as he worked his way around the kitchen. He knew he was going to get at least 100 swats out of this, but around 150 was more likely. That was around how many swats Jeff received when Josh pulled the enema-butt-plug-paddle scenario on his big ass.

About halfway around the table, Josh felt a hot pain just below his asshole. A couple of drops of wax had melted down the candle and burned to the sensitive skin there. Josh and Jeff both shaved their asses smooth so removing any wax wouldn't be a problem, but _d_a_m_n_ it burned!

Josh completed the first lap without incident. Jeff pulled out the candle casually and placed it on a candleholder on the table. He picked up the paddle. "Pucker up!" he said, which was Josh and Jeff's code for "stick your ass out for some swats." Josh obliged and arched his back to lift up his plump, round butt-cheeks.

Jeff laid the swats on hard, of course -- WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Josh didn't say anything out loud, but made some of those short, sucking breaths that indicate pain. His smooth round ass was already a bit red.

Jeff then picked up the lit candle and made another circuit, crudely shoving the candle back up Josh's ass when he was done. "Off you go," he said. Jeff took great pleasure watching Josh crawl around the table with a candle sticking out of his ass, cleaning off wax from the floor while wax slowly melted onto his ass. Both of their erections were intact and would stay that way. Nothing made Josh or Jeff harder than either giving or receiving a good, hard ass whacking.

Josh made a mistake on the second lap. Another drop of hot wax rolled down onto his asshole. He was busy scraping up the wax and wasn't expecting the sudden pain. "Yowch!" he cried out and bounced his ass up in the air. The motion caused the candle to go out. The end of that lap he ended up getting 20 of Jeff's hardest. Jeff had him grunting in pain already by the end of the second lap. His ass was bright crimson and some purple spots were beginning to appear.

Over the next three laps Josh got 40 swats total (He missed a spot of wax on lap 4). On lap 6 it really got bad. Josh missed a spot and the candle went out on the same lap. Jeff smiled and said "Thirty swats. Pucker up good for these, boy!" The swats started with Josh grunting from each blow trying to keep from shouting out. But on the last seven -- WHACK! "Ow!" WHACK! "Ahh!" WHACK! "God! WHACK! "Ahh!" WHACK! "Oh God! WHACK! "OW!" WHACK! "OW GOD!"

Josh's ass was deep red with purple blotches by then, and he had at least 40 more swats coming. He got 10 swats on 7 and 20 on 8 (The candle went out.) By then Josh was crying softly, but he followed their jock rules and never tried to stop the paddling with words or actions. They had gone through 2 candles, and there was a ring of wax around Josh's burned asshole.

Josh earned 20 swats on both laps 9 and 10 for a grand total of 170 swats. The last time Josh had been disciplined (for not cleaning the bathroom) Jeff gave him 200 swats, so this wasn't the worst paddling he had gotten. But for a betting paddling it was harsh.. very harsh.

WHACK! "AAAAHHH" WHACK! "OH GOD!" WHACK "AAAAHHH!" and the swats ended. Josh's ass was coated with welts and Jeff had broken the skin in two spots and left some good abrasions. It was time for the final "humiliation."

"Pucker up, I'm coming in." Jeff said as he pulled down his shorts and jock and pulled a condom on over his hard, thick _c_o_c_k_. Josh arched his back in preparation of receiving Jeff's _c_o_c_k_. Unfortunately, Josh had forgotten about the wax burns and there was intense pain as his asshole was stretched by Jeff's _d_i_c_k_.

"Oh Man! It hurts! Oh God!" Jeff ignored Josh's cries -- it was part of their jock rules to _f_u_c_k_ the loser no matter what after the punishment. He _f_u_c_k_ed him hard and slapped his hips into Josh's tender ass. Despite Josh's pain his hard-on remained and about three minutes later he came. A minute or so later Jeff came too.

Afterwards, Josh collapsed on the kitchen floor. He lifted his blistered ass up and looked over his shoulder to try to examine it. He whistled in suprise when he saw the damage. "Not bad. It'll take a week to recover from this one."

Jeff smiled at Josh and laid down on the floor next to him. "Hey, that will be just in time for our next bet. Better hope you win. Next time it'll be even worse."

Josh looked at him.. and then began to laugh. "If I lose again next week it better be worse. Nobody should be allowed to be that dumb two weeks in a row."

Jeff laughed too and gave Josh a playful swat on his ass, which caused him to yelp -- and of course, Josh began to plan his revenge the next time Jeff lost a bet badly.