The Team Bets it All - Part 1

by Nathan

"Let’s make it interesting" Ryan said, and we all stared back at him, the testosterone of an entire team of high school football jocks literally filling the air. The homecoming football game was just days away, and we were primed and ready. We had won our last six in a row, and while the opposition for homecoming was tougher, it was on our own field and in front of our own school. We figured we had it won.

Ryan Gibbons was the quarterback of our main high school rival, and he had come by practice to watch us play. When it ended he had laughed at us, and that had brought us to the fence and our quarterback, Timothy Benter, refused to be intimidated.

Tim was up against the fence, next to Ryan, and the two of them bantered back and forth as we all listened.

"100 bucks says you guys are toast" said Ryan. Then, with a sly grin, he asked "Sooo, is it a bet?"

Tim looked at us, and then back at Ryan, and said "A hundred won’t by shit, not for a team. That wouldn’t even cover pizza. We’re gonna cream you guys and laugh when we are doing it."

Ryan stared at him. A slow smiled grew across his face, that turned into a grin. He seemed to think for a moment. He was a big teenager, perhaps a little on the lanky side, but nevertheless he was taller by more than a little and he had a reputation of being able to drill his target with a football and making first downs was his specialty. He grinned then, an idea forming, and then looking at us he said "Well, I’m not sure whose gonna cream who, or how, but one thing’s for certain, none of you are gonna be laughing. But, if you are so sure you guys are gonna win, why not make a real bet? How about it? I’ll tell you what, if you guys win, then I’ll bend my ass over and you can spank me like a ten year old. How do you like that offer?"

Several of us laughed, the image of that forming in our brains. Someone asked "Bare assed of course?"

He smiled, and nodded his head, and then he said "Sure....totally bare and with my legs spread. You can use your belt too."

Several of us stared in disbelief, but the image was there and nothing, and I mean NOTHING, seemed more exciting right then than the prospect of seeing Ryan Gibbons getting his bare assed whipped with a belt from our own quarterback.

Then, pointing with his finger at Tim, he said "Buttttttttttttt, if you guys lose, then it’s your naked ass that gets bent over, and while your team watches I’ll blister the skin right off of it! Are you sure enough that you’ll win that you’re willing to bet your own ass?"

"We aren’t going to lose. Your bottom is the one that’s going to be the color of a tomato." Tim answered. Still, you could sense his nervousness, but the words were hanging in the air and the challenge was being made.

Ryan laughed, and said "I guess we will see. OK then, the loser takes it on the bare, with a belt, one hit for each point his team loses by. If you agree, let’s shake on it."

Then I did something I’ll never forget. Without really thinking, I yelled out "WAIT!"

Of course, everyone turned to me. I was a tight end, and normally pretty quiet, and my own outburst even surprised me. Still, I had everyone’s attention, and the moment was mine. I couldn’t back down, so I said "Why not the team? You’re so sure of yourself Ryan, why not bet your team! The losers ALL get spanked, hard, and not just the quarterback. If you play in the game, you’re in the bet."

Several of the guys looked at me like I was crazy, but the idea had been raised and before we had time to back out Ryan laughed, and then he immediately agreed. He said "OK...you’re on. The team then. On the bare, and with a belt! If you play, you pay, if you lose that is. The winners belt the losers, bare assed and hard. No mercy! If my team won’t take the bet, I’ll get back with you, and in that case it will be just you and me. But I’m pretty sure they will go along, and we aren’t going to lose anyway. You guys just be ready, cause after the game, we’re going to enjoy burning your bottoms until they’re on fire!"

Then, looking at Tim, he said "Is it a bet then?" And, as we watched Tim looked at us, and we nodded, and then he nodded, and then they shook to make it official and after that it was done.

FUCK!

Of course, the word got out, and needless to say the attendance at the game was the highest it had ever been in the school’s history. Somehow the faculty never gone wind of it, but the students did, and they were all there it seemed to watch us lose.

We started out with a touchdown, and things were looking good through the first quarter, but then after that we fucking bombed the game, fumbling the ball seven times, and watching them score twice in the second quarter because of our own stupidity. True to form, Ryan Gibbons passed the football and kept hitting his men, and they were like a well oiled machine and we were powerless to stop them. We went for the long bomb in the third quarter, to try and even things up, but they intercepted and ran it back for another touchdown. Needless to say, morale was pretty low at that point, and in the fourth quarter they just held the ball and ran the clock down. We got one chance, in the last quarter and we finally scored one more time, but we fucked up the kick and that ended our scoring. They got the ball one last time and moved it down the field until just before the clock ran out. Then, as we all watched, they fucking kicked a beautiful little field goal and then it was done. Twenty-four to thirteen was the final score, and as I walked off the field I had never been so humiliated in my life. And of course, we had an "appointment" then, with eleven smacks of a belt staring at each of us, and we all knew it and I was taking the heat for it. The guys were mad at the bet then, and me for making it. Of course, even so, they all knew we had to go through with it, in spite of the fact that half the school was going to be out there watching.

The site for our spanking appointment had been preset for an open area just out of town, a park of sorts where lots of guys would go on the weekends to hang with friends. There was a soccer field there, as well as several baseball diamonds, and there were some wooded paths that were good for mountain biking. After the game we changed, and then an hour later we headed up to where it would be done. The place wasn’t that far, but it was just out of town and there was a wide area where cars could park. The actual field was out of site of the highway, and so that is where we went and where we had agreed to let it be done. Normally I liked going there, to share a beer with the guys or just plane tell stories and relax with friends. It was a fun place, normally, and more than a few on the team had fucked their first girl in the woods there. But that was then, and this was now, and needless to say, this time there wasn’t anything fun about it, and as we went we tried not to think about what was going to happen.

When we got to the pull off the parking lot area was packed, and there were cars everywhere. Shit! Of course, they were there waiting, and as we walked into the big clearing Ryan and his team were standing there side by side, waiting for us, each holding a leather belt that was obviously waiting to burn our bottoms. I felt like I was walking to an execution, and there was a good size crowd there waiting with them, and I can’t describe the feeling and the dread. As we got closer, we walked up in a line, so that we were each walking toward one of the other players. There was some shuffling, as some guys moved left or right, trying to line up with one of the smaller and less intimidating players. As it was, I got shoved toward one of their linemen, and he was a big brute of a guy that outweighed me by at least fifty pounds. Shit!

He was holding this thick fucking belt, and as soon as I saw it I knew it was gonna hurt like hell. Fuck! I don’t know why we had agreed to the belt, but we had, and it was impossible now not to look at it and not know we were in trouble. They had a plan, obviously, and had been thinking about this for a while. Tim went up and spoke to Ryan, and their team was there, laughing, literally rubbing their hands together with eager anticipation. I felt like shit, and as I looked around at my fellow teammates there was anger in their eyes. Of course, I had got them into this, but I couldn’t get them out.

Tim walked back to us, and then he spoke: "OK....let’s just get this done and over with. They want us over there, at the fence. And, they want us up against the fence with our arms on top of it, holding onto it. I’m sorry guys, but we lost."

I looked in the direction he was pointing, and there was a chain link fence there that ran along one of the boundaries of a baseball diamond. I had never even given it a thought before. It didn’t seem a great place to get spanked, but we weren’t really in control, so we went. As we reached the fence they told us to drop our pants, and we did, as humiliating at it was to do so. I pulled my jeans down, but I left my underwear on, and nobody said anything and the other guys did to. There were just too many bystanders to go totally naked, and I was hoping and praying they would show us a little mercy. Finally, I leaned against the fence. It was so humiliating to be standing there, waiting for a spanking. Shit! I couldn’t help but look down the line, and the other team was staring at us, as were the people that had come to watch. They wanted us separated by the length of our arms, so as we leaned against the fence we put our arms up on top of it, wide apart, and that’s the way we stretched out along the length of it. The fence was about chest high, and we had the entire team that had played in the game up against it.

Several of their players were on the other side, and they went down the fence then, stopping in front of each of us, and securing our wrists to the fence so we couldn’t change our minds. As I watched, this guy took a thick plastic zip tie, the kind you find in an electrical supply store, the thick ones that are used to secure large wire bundles together. He looped the damn thing right around my left wrist, through the chain link of the fence, and then he zipped it tight. Then, he went to the other wrist, and did the same thing. After that, I was trussed out with my arms spread wide, and my jeans were around my ankles. I was literally tied to the fence!

I tried to look straight out, and not think about what was going to happen. Most of the crowd at that point was behind us, staring at our backs and our bottoms. Shit! I looked over my shoulder and the crowd was growing bigger by the minute, and then my eyes went to the guy that was going to give me my spanking, and he was holding this mean looking belt, a wide belt with some real thickness to it. Shit it was going to hurt! When he saw me looking at him, he grinned.

Ryan Gibbons then spoke, his voice booming out like a quarterback’s voice tends to do. "OK LOSERS.... IT’S TIME TO PAY UP. IT WAS A GOOD GAME, BUT YOU LOST, AND SO NOW YOU’LL PAY WITH YOUR BOTTOMS JUST LIKE WE BET. YOU LOST BY ELEVEN POINTS, SO YOU’VE GOT ELEVEN SWATS WITH THE BELT COMING. NOW, YOUR UNDERWEAR IS CUTE, BUT AS YOU ALL KNOW, THE BET WAS TO TAKE THOSE HITS ON YOUR NAKED BOTTOMS."

I could have died! There was not going to be any mercy coming from them, and that much was now crystal clear.

Then, turning to the crowd, he grinned, and then he yelled out to his teammates: "OK....GET THEIR UNDERWEAR DOWN....NOW!"

Suddenly, I became aware that the lineman behind me had moved up to where I was. I looked away, embarrassed, and then I felt my underwear being jerked down, and the hope of keeping any modesty vanished in that second. In an instant they were down to my ankles, and then I felt him work them off of my legs until I was left naked from the waist down, my legs free to move.

A big part of the crowd went around to the other side of the fence then, to get a frontal view of things, and so as our underpants came down we were staring at them, and of course at that point my entire package was on display. They seemed to be staring right at us too, looking at my cock and my balls and everything I had. They were looking at the entire football team too of course, comparing the length of our teenage cocks and the size of our balls and the amount of pubic hair that each of us had grown. It was so fucking humiliating, and the crowd was mixed with girls and guys and there was a lot of pointing going on. Needless to say, after that it was totally obvious that everyone knew exactly where each of us was in the growth spurt through puberty. For a teenage boy, to be displayed like that was a nightmare! A lot of the students watching were from the other high school, but I recognized quite a few from our school as well. What made it even worse, if that was possible, was that several of the wimpy kids I hated seemed to be there grinning, I suppose relishing the idea of watching the jocks stripped and naked and waiting to be spanked. FUCK!

Then, Ryan’s voice boomed again, and he said "OK....SECURE THEIR ANKLES AND PREPARE THEM FOR THEIR SPANKING!"

What the fuck?

They started on the left end of our line then, and did us one at a time. When they got to me they pulled my left leg outward, and zip tied it to the right leg of the guy next to me, and then they pulled my right leg outward, and zip tied it to the left leg of the guy on my right. Soon enough we were all trussed out, our hands secured tightly to the fence and our legs spread wide, exposing everything and leaving nothing to the imagination. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life and my legs were so wide my balls were swinging in the breeze. Shit!

Ryan then spoke even louder, almost as if he was addressing both schools. "ONE WARNING TO SOME OF YOU.....I SEE SOME BONERS OUT THERE. I HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU GET RID OF THEM OR YOU’LL BE VERY SORRY!"

OH SHIT! What the fuck did he mean by that????? Oh GOD...I looked down the row and I noticed a few of the guys were sporting erections! As I noticed their stiff cocks, I started to laugh, but then my own dick started to rise upward, and I went red as a beet. I have no idea why it did, but as soon as I felt it stir I freaked. There was no way I could pop a bone! OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT! I tried to think of something else, anything else, and I looked away from them and out to the crowd. But it didn’t matter where I looked, someone was staring back at me. My eyes locked with Linda Stonemeyer, and when I saw her and her tits and knew she was staring at me and my cock, my pole went even stiffer. FUCK NO! She kept staring, and as she did it climbed skyward after that and there was nothing I could do to stop it. OH SHIT! OH NO! Still, it was beyond my control, and soon enough I too was bobbing fully erect, my dick stuck up in the air as if I was about to mount my first pussy. Shit! Soon enough there was quite a bit of laughter from those watching, and it was more than a little humiliating to be standing there with a stiffy in front of half the school.

Time seemed to stand still. Then Ryan said "THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING. IF YOU ARE SPORTING A BONER, GET RID OF IT, NOW! I MEAN IT! BONER BOYS WILL GET EXTRA PUNISHMENT!"

Oh GOD! What the fuck did that mean? Then, suddenly, someone in the crowd started a chant, and the chant changed everything. The crowd of students picked it up, almost like the crowd gets to chanting when the cheerleaders get them started at a football game. As soon as I heard it a chill ran right down my spine, and I started to struggle to attempt to get free. The cheer freaked me, and in fact it wasn’t like any cheer I had ever heard before.

"jerk them.... Jerk Them.......JErk THem.... JERk THEm.... JERK THEM..... JERK THEM! JERK THEM!!!" the crowd began to chant, the intensity of the chant increasing as more and more students picked up the words.

I started to really struggle. Bill Tims, who was tied to my right, looked at me and said "Fuck dude.... quick kicking me! Why are you boned man? You better lose it, and fast!"

I had no idea. But I was, as stiff as I had ever been, the end of my cock round and purple and jutting up like a piece of steal. God it was so damn humiliating! I tried to will it down, but it just bobbed up and down with my heartbeat, and as I stared at it a single bead of precum anointed the tip! SHIT! As I was staring at my boner, I heard their quarterback say: "OK....OK....OK. I HEAR YOU! WHY NOT? THEIR QUARTERBACK SAID BEFORE THE GAME HE WAS GOING TO CREAM US., AND PERHAPS WE SHOULD LET THEM.....CREAM FOR US THAT IS!"

Then he burst out laughing, and so did half of the students watching.

Then he added: "OK....WELL, IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT, WHAT DO YOU SAY GUYS? SHOULD BE GIVE THE BONER BOYS A HAND? "

The crowd was really yelling now, and someone started to applaud that idea. The crowd became more vocal, and they started to chant even louder then.

"JERK THEM JERK THEM JERK THEM JERK THEM JERK THEM JERK THEM!"

Suddenly, the guy behind me was up against me, and he took my cock in his fist and gave it a firm, no-nonsense squeeze. I gasped! I’d never felt anyone hold my dick, and I was totally surprised when it happened. Just as he did Ryan held up his hand, and the crowd went silent, then he said "YEAH, OK. THEY CAN CREAM THEMSELVES FOR ALL I CARE! GO AHEAD GUYS, AND GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT!"

Suddenly, my dick was being pumped, the guy’s hand jacking my cock like a piston. I tried to struggle, mortified, and there was a lot of laughter. Several more of the team, seeing their fellow teammates being masturbated, sported their own erections, and if they did, then they too found a hand being wrapped around their dick. God it was humiliating!

We were being jacked off! Shit! I begged the guy pumping me not to do this, but he just laughed and kept his fist moving, pumping my dick in a well practiced motion. He started to twist his wrist as he pumped me, and the feeling built rapidly. I tried to close my eyes, and think of something else, but my balls started to churn anyway, and in less than two minutes I felt it reach the point of no return. My eyes went wide open at that point, and they were all staring at me, and then suddenly I couldn’t stop it and after that I grunted it out, my sperm shooting out of my dick in ropes of cum, firing my teenage wad through the fence while everyone watched and laughed. I could have died! It was the most humiliating thing I had ever had happen to me, and I was powerless to stop it. Still, my body shook and my jism just shot and shot and shot and half the school watched it all. When I was finally spent, he let go of my dick, and then wiped the slime from his hand on my naked ass.

Within five minutes all of us who had sported erections had been milked dry, and just as they wanted, my cock wilted after that, as did the others, and finally they were satisfied and we were ready for our spankings. God I wanted to die! My spent prick was drooling a line of semen, hanging out in a string, and the light from the setting sun seemed to pick it up and without any doubt it was visible to everyone. Ryan then took his place behind Tim and I knew it was going to begin.

Ryan’s voice boomed out, almost as if he was calling a play.

"OK THEN, LET’S GET IT DONE. ELEVEN HITS....LETS COUNT EM OUT! Huttttttttttt, ONE" he yelled.

I heard this swish sound, followed instantly by this burn, and simultaneously I heard the sound of a multitude of belts slapping against naked flesh, the sound followed by a number of yelps and a few "arghs" and a lot of teeth sucking too. Shit it hurt! I had never felt anything like that, and I knew in that instant from the single line of fire that was burning across both cheeks of my ass, that I was in very serious trouble.

The guy behind me knew it too, and he laughed.

"Hutttttttttttt, TWO" Ryan yelled.

"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"

Oh god oh god oh god. FUCKKKKKKK! I had never felt anything like that, and I know I yelled out, gasped it out really, my eyes watering with the second blow. That fucking belt burned like shit, and this time the tip of the leather had curved around my right thigh, catching the sensitive inner flesh there, just below my balls, and I knew without any question that there had to be a big welt right across the right buttock. I heard the guy on my left suck in his breath, and I looked to him and he looked to me, and his face was teared up and I wondered if mine looked the same. Before I had time to consider that, Ryan yelled out again.

"Hutttttttttttttt THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" he shouted, and immediately there was a new line of intense pain shooting across the bottom of my rear, the strap being swung so hard that it actually lifted the cheeks of my ass skyward from the blow. I bucked my hips, and tried to jerk my legs together, which wasn’t possible of course but still I tried.

"Huttttttttttt FOUR" he shouted, and I closed my eyes and then felt the burn like a thousand hornets. "YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" I screamed, unable to stop myself from yelling out, and I felt my left leg being jerked as the guy next to me tried to close his legs to protect his own bottom. It was too much, and I couldn’t take any more! I started to struggle then, trying to pull against my restraints, but the thick plastic cable ties held my arms securely to the fence, and with my legs tied to my teammates there was nothing I could do. I WAS FUCKED!

"STOPPPPPPPP! FUCK MAN....THAT’S ENOUGH" I heard Tim yell out, his voice cracking like a pubescent thirteen year old’s. I started begging too then, just because it hurt so bad and I knew I’d never make it through all of them. But, for an answer, Ryan shouted out "HUtttttttttt FIVE!"

"CRACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK" went the belt again, and this time the tip of it curved around my cheek and kissed the lips of my puckered hole. I screamed out, but I was not the only one, and a chorus of voices could be heard then and there was lots of begging after that. I felt my ankles being pulled apart even wider then, as the guys down the line fought to pull their legs together to protect what could not be protected. I fought to keep from being forced to do the splits, but even so the guys to my sides managed to stretch me wider as they gained a little space, and before I knew it my legs were spread so wide my hole opened and I farted. No!

"HUTTTTTTT SIX!"

"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" went the sound again, and the burn came right across my ass and clear around my left thigh this time, the leather kissing the inner flesh below my balls and burning into my soul. I bucked my hips and screamed out then, but my legs were spread so wide I was totally vulnerable. God I struggled! I fought so damn hard, with every single muscle, but there was nothing I could do but to take the belt and feel it as it burned into my naked flesh. SHIT IT HURT!

"HUTTTTTTTTTT SEVEN"

This time the hit was high, right across both cheeks of my ass, and it seemed to burn like a line of flame and I knew without any question my bottom was turning as red as a ripe tomato. The lineman behind me was grinning, enjoying every single stroke, relishing his win and painting my ass cherry red in the process. He was swinging the leather as hard as he could, and every time I grunted or yelled he would laugh. My legs were spread so wide at this point that I knew my hole was exposed like a target.

"HUTTTTTTTTTTTT EIGHT" I heard Ryan shout, and this time the burn came up from the bottom, right up between my open crack, the tip of that fucking belt flicking right into my hole!

"BULL’S EYE!!!!" the guy behind me yelled. Then he laughed.

"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" I screamed, bucking my hips, and after that the tears just came in a flood, and all I could do was babble like a ten year old. It was a thousand times worse that I had imagined it would be, and I was suddenly mad at the guys that had fumbled the ball, and the way we had screwed up and put ourselves in this position. Of course, I was also mad at myself.

I could hear a lot of laughter, a lot of it, and I didn’t know if they were laughing at me, or at all of us. Perhaps it was the bright red color of our bottoms, or the way our dicks were flopping about with each smack of the belts. Whatever the reason, the laughing was slowly turning into a roar, and there were a lot of crying teenagers around me and I just wanted to die. It was so damn humiliating, and yet even so, I was powerless to stop it, and the tough football mentality we had all possessed was no match for the relentless swinging of the leather that by now had reduced our team of tough guys to crying little boys.

"HUTTTTTTTTTTTTT NINE!

"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"

"HUTTTTTTTTTTTTT TEN!

"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

"HUTTTTTTTTTTTTT ELEVEN!

"CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

The last three came in a blur, and the hits for me went straight across my ass, burning both cheeks like a red hot skillet. The crowd was roaring by then, the laughter ringing in my ears as I stood there with my legs spread wide and felt my ass getting spanked right off. I couldn’t believe the intensity of the feeling, and no matter how hard I jerked my hips or tried to close my legs there was nothing I could do but to just take the hits and bawl like a ten year old. The tears were flooding out by then, running down my cheeks and the snot was literally dripping from my nose. I couldn’t believe it, but I did cry, and the guys next to me were doing the same. It was just so damn intense, and the way I was trussed out with my legs spread I was helpless, and the humiliation of what was happening only added to the burn and together it was just more than I could handle.

Finally it was done. The crowd started to applaud then, and the applause grew and grew until it just seemed to be a roar. Everyone was laughing, and shaking their heads, and all I could do was suck in my snot and feel the tears flowing down my face. They left us that way for a few minutes, until the crying had tapered off to a multitude of whimpers, and then they came down the row. When they got to me, I felt this guy rub his hand across my very hot bottom, and then the son of a bitch hefted my balls, weighing them with his hand. Then, he gave them a gentle squeeze because he could. Finally, he let them go, and a few seconds later another guy cut the zip ties off with a pair of wire cutters, snipping off the nylon ties one right after the other. When I was free I rubbed my bottom and jumped up and down, and as I turned around I could see the crowd, laughing, the girls laughing perhaps the loudest of them all. I looked down and noticed that my cock was like an inch long, spanked to a knob that was just sticking out of my pubic hair like a bird’s head sticks out of a nest. It was almost like I didn’t even have a dick at that point, and I don’t think my dick had ever looked smaller or less significant. God it was so humiliating!

Our pants and underwear and were all piled together, and in the rush to get dressed everyone just grabbed a pair of underwear and pants and put them on. I couldn’t find mine, and finally I just grabbed someone else’s, and I remember putting on a black pair of jockeys and knowing they weren’t even mine. But at that point, I didn’t care, couldn’t care, and instead all I wanted was out of there! Needless to say, none of us attended the homecoming dance that evening, and when we did go back to school our heads hung in shame.

Authors note: © Copyright October, 2006. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. Email, comments, and ratings are greatly appreciated! nathan9001@yahoo.com