BDSM story : I Watched the Slave Get Spanked in the Arena

When I got back to Jake’s Fantasy Tours a little before midnight, a short line waited outside the big tent. More folks stood around talking low. The barker had turned off his microphone and speakers and was just chatting with them, using his hands like he was unrolling some big invisible banner. “If you want to see the exotic wonders of the galaxy,” he said, “this is the show for you. Take this tour and I guarantee you’ll see things you only imagined existed. And if you’ve already done any of our regular tours, you know it’s always like you’re actually there. This is your chance to feel what you only dreamed about in the privacy of your lonely rooms.”

Several young women and a couple of young men stepped up and bought tickets. When I reached the front I asked if it was worth it. The barker laughed and said it just might be my dream come true. I paid and walked into a dimly lit circular area with rows of flat bench seats climbing into the darkness. That explained the saucer shape. It was just a covered amphitheater.

The Holographic Arena

By midnight rows three through seven were filled all the way around. Jake walked out into the middle of the arena and called out to the crowd about a holographic tour of exotic places throughout time and space. He paused and slowly rotated a full circle while he looked at everyone. Our special projectors can cause you to feel slightly dizzy or even make it feel like you’re moving, but there is no danger and you’ll get used to the sensations almost immediately. He smiled like he was covering for something and I knew he was, though I didn’t know what yet.

Jake looked around at the crowd and said since almost everyone here was humanoid we would begin at Centauri Alpha Six, a place founded by folks who wanted to break away from the strict morality of the home world. The center of the arena began to shimmer. I had the feeling I was slowly rotating. Then we were suddenly superimposed over a different exhibition. Now it felt like we were the holograms and the bluish-green people in the bleachers were real. Several members of our crowd shifted so they weren’t superimposed over anyone. Jake had taken a seat in the front row, which stayed clear in both realities.

A rather muscular man in tight black pants and no shirt stood on white sand in the center of a large circular area marked by a small blue and red wall about twenty inches tall. His chest was huge and very defined. Though he looked humanoid his skin was almost pure blue. He began to speak in an unknown tongue and suddenly a voice blared inside my head in plain English. Jake had some sort of universal translator linking us telepathically to the show. “Welcome to Uncle Harlan’s House of Pain and Pleasure,” the blue man said as he beckoned to the real crowd on the bleachers. This holographic projection was definitely confusing but it felt like we were actually there just as promised.

The man spread his arms wide and announced that tonight’s special show would please our most hedonistic passions. A loud horn blew something like the call to post for horse racing and six very muscular naked green men shuffled into the arena dragging wooden sledges behind them. From the way they moved the sledges were either very heavy or very hard to drag across the sand. Each man was connected by heavy ropes to a leather belt with wide straps over his shoulders. A blue-green man in tight black shorts stood on each sledge holding reins in one hand and a long black whip in the other. With short slaps of the whip, tugs on the reins, and called commands they guided the green slaves through an opening in the wall and slowly around the circle to where the master of ceremonies stood.

“This is a drudge race,” boomed the MC who looked exactly like the image of Uncle Harlan on the banner. “The winner is the one who completes the most laps before time is called or the one in the lead when all the other sledges finally stop.” A naked slave, a rather pinkish-white female with flowing red hair and a flaming red crotch, ran out and positioned a large red flag in a hole in the small wall. Two other naked bluish-green male slaves used long wooden poles to push the open section of the wall back into place. The drivers used their whips to tap the asses of the green slaves and slowly lined them up with the flag.

Weights and Whips

Uncle Harlan stepped up onto a small circular stage in the very center of the arena. He tapped his thigh with his whip and glared angrily into the darkness. Immediately twelve naked bluish-green female slaves ran out into the arena. These women had no hair on their heads or anywhere else on their bodies. They quickly divided into pairs and ran to just outside the arena wall where each pair picked up thick rectangular pieces of metal with smooth handles. They hurried to place a single weight on the very rear of each sledge and scampered back into the darkness. One of the twelve was not naturally bluish-green. Her skin was almost black and had been painted or dyed to match. Her sweat had washed off some of the dye creating black rivulets down her body.

As soon as the slaves disappeared Uncle Harlan yelled “Drivers, ready.” He paused then yelled even louder “Drivers, set.” He slowly turned almost completely around looking up into the crowd and making eye contact with many of the women. Then he screamed “Drivers, GO!” After an introduction like that I expected the sledges to come careening out past the starting line. Instead they slid forward at only slightly more than a walk. The first lap took almost three minutes. As each sledge crossed the starting line a pair of naked female slaves ran out and deposited another metal weight on the very back of the sledge. The weights clanged loudly as the naked slave girls dropped them into place. The drudges pulling the sledges rocked forward and back as they got used to the heavier load then trudged their way around the inside of the arena.

Uncle Harlan said firmly that the slave who stops first will be punished. Midway through the second lap one of the drudges popped a woody. His stiff prick bobbed up and down as he struggled to drag the heavy sledge. At the start of lap three a second drudge became erect. I was not sure if it was from internal sexual excitement or the increased blood pressure from pulling such a heavy load but by the end of lap three all six drudges were sporting rather impressive hardons. Something about one of the pricks caught my eye. It was not purely green. It looked as if green dye had been sprayed over a flaccid prick but when it became erect true rather pinkish-white skin showed through. The glans on this particular drudge was brownish-red rather than dark green.

It took five laps for the first sledge to come to a stop. In the sixth lap three more stopped moving forward. Lap seven was the tie breaker. There were only two sledges still racing and one of them the drudge with the pink prick moved only a few inches after the new weight was added. The sixth sledge was the winner but there must be a special prize for finishing a lap because the driver was screaming and continuously slashing with his whip all the way around the final lap. As soon as his drudge’s feet were over the finish line the driver stopped the screaming and slashing and the green drudge collapsed down onto his knees. Only the ropes which tied him to the sledge kept him from falling forward on his face in the sand.

“Well raced Brother Mike,” Uncle Harlan yelled out. “You won fifty monues for finishing first and another fifty for completing that sixth lap and setting a new arena record.” The naked female slaves came running out to retrieve the weights. They were practically staggering back as they carried two weights into the darkness on each trip. While they labored two naked male slaves pushed the barrier back to create an opening out of the arena. After all the naked slaves had finally disappeared back into the darkness Uncle Harlan spoke again. “Brother Mike your excellent show today also entitles you to select one of the slaves for your pleasure tonight. Whom do you choose?”

Mike laughed and replied he already chose before he started the race. That’s why he was able to set a new record. He chose the flag bearer. Uncle Harlan stepped down from his stage and yelled into the darkness “Send out the Earth girl.” The pinkish-white girl who had set the starting flag in place walked timidly into the light. “Slave TG” Uncle Harlan said firmly “are you willing to go with Brother Mike?” She nodded her head slowly up and down. I could see that the fiery thatch covering her cunt was now glistening. Evidently she was getting sexual pleasure out of this forced sexual slavery. I watched and recorded everything as slave TG got onto the sledge behind Brother Mike. His drudge staggered to his feet and very slowly pulled the drudge sledge out of the arena. Four other sledges followed behind him. The sixth sledge the loser remained in the arena.

“Brother Chris” Uncle Harlan asked softly but firmly “do you wish to punish your drudge yourself?” “Of course” answered Brother Chris with a laugh and a smile. “The punishment for losing the drudge race” Uncle Harlan bellowed out “is pain and pleasure.” He laughed heartily and said “Of course that means the drudge’s pain and its owner’s pleasure.” A strange platform was dragged out into the center of the arena by several naked men. Their skin was bluish-green. They dragged the platform to the center and placed it as directed by Uncle Harlan. On the platform were two large logs that had been stripped of their bark. One was lying on the platform itself. The other was supported by two thinner upright logs so that it was about a meter in the air. The losing drudge was released from his harness and a half-dozen naked female slaves struggled to pull the empty sledge out of the arena and into the darkness.

“You know where to go” Uncle Harlan said menacingly and the drudge stepped up onto the platform knelt on the lower log and draped himself over the upper log. That position put his ass in the perfect position for punishment or pleasure. Two rather muscular bluish-green men probably slaves because they were naked walked out carrying some heavy leather restraint straps and cuffs. It took them only a minute to strap the drudge in place. A naked slave girl ran out into the arena holding a large silver tray. On the tray were a paddle a tawse a cane and a whip. “Your choice my Master” she said meekly. “You may use one or all four. I will remain here with the tray.”

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Uncle Harlan’s voice explained loudly that the drudge stopped on lap five. Brother Mike completed lap seven meaning that he was starting lap eight. That is a three-lap loss so the punishment is thirty strokes with the paddle or tawse or fifteen strokes with the cane or whip. “Or” Brother Chris said holding up one hand with his ring finger extended “I could do ten with the paddle ten with the tawse three with the cane and two with the whip.” Uncle Harlan stood with his head shaking slightly as if he were absorbing what Chris had said or possibly just counting up the total strokes. Then he shouted out “So be it!”

“Paddle first” Chris yelled to the crowd and positioned himself behind and slightly to the left of the bound drudge. He swung the paddle through the air several times and then turned to the crowd and said with a smile “If you would be so kind to count for this poor drudge so I don’t accidentally go over the permitted count.” As he turned back toward the drudge he swung the paddle through the air. It landed with a loud thwack across both of the drudge’s asscheeks. There was a loud grunt but no scream. The crowd yelled out an enthusiastic “One!” Chris knew how to handle a paddle. His second stroke was at the top of the ass just below the back. The drudge grunted softly and the crowds yelled out “Two!” The third stroke was at the very bottom of the ass just where the ass blends into the back of the leg. Brother Chris continued alternating between hitting high and hitting low but each stroke was moving slightly toward the center of the drudge’s ass. By the time the tenth stroke was applied the drudge was grunting very loudly and its ass was swollen and much darker green than the rest of its body.

“Now for the tawse” Brother Chris said jubilantly. He was smiling broadly as the young slave held the tray close so he could put the black leather paddle back in place and select the tawse. The tawse was a dark brown leather but it was not shiny. It did not even look smooth. Instead it looked more like the leather used in the harnesses of the work animals on various planets. Chris pulled the long tawse slowly through his hand and then addressed the crowd. “The beauty of a tawse is that it is not truly a paddle or a whip. It is more like a crop that you can bring to tremendous speed if you use it properly.” He lifted the very tip of the tawse and said “When you use a tawse you can use it like a paddle. In that case the split snake’s-tongue tip will hurt much more than a regular paddle.” He held up his hand like an orator and continued. “But if you swing so that only the very tip of the tawse strikes flesh then it will strike with much more power than you could ever get with even a long-handled crop.” He smiled and finished with “Again please count.”

Chris took several minutes to properly position himself. He took three very low speed practice swings to make sure that he was at the exact distance to the side of the drudge. Then he swung very forcefully in an arc. There was a loud crisp snap and the drudge howled in pain. A dark green V-shaped welt appeared on the slave’s ass but it was not on the main meat of the asscheek. Instead that painful welt was well into the drudge’s ass crack. The crowd could barely keep up with the count as Chris very rapidly slammed four more swats into the drudge’s right asscheek. Then he stopped and walked carefully over to the other side. He took his three low speed practice swings and then nodded to the crowd. This time the loud crisp snap seemed even louder. So did the howls of pain from the drudge. The crowd tried to keep up with the count but it was done so quickly that a count was almost impossible.

“Now for the cane” Chris said and the young naked slave girl hurried over with the tray. The cane was thin and whippy and Chris flicked it through the air in front of himself with such speed that it sounded like a swarm of hornets were loose in the arena. Then without moving he flicked his wrist toward the drudge and the cane slammed across the drudge’s ass with a loud pop that almost sounded like a small explosion. The crowd went silent. The drudge howled in pain. Chris again whipped the cane around to create the hornet sound and when the crowd was leaning forward in expectation he suddenly administered the second stroke. If anything the pop and the scream were louder than before. The drudge was now whimpering. Several people in the crowd seemed to be reacting sexually to the display. One young woman with long blonde hair was seated a little ways away from me. A soft moan caught my attention and I turned to see her slide her hand down inside the front of her slacks. Then in the arena Chris smiled as he now moved the cane in intricate patterns in the air creating the hornet sound. Now that sound was somehow higher pitched and seemed angrier. The third stroke was totally unexpected by both the drudge and the crowd. The drudge again howled. Many in the crowd gasped. The young woman shoved her other hand down her pants and began gasping for air as her fingers worked faster over her soaked pussy.

“Now to finish with the whip” Brother Chris called out and the young naked female slave scurried over to hold the tray up for him. The whip was a dull black about two meters long not counting the handle. Chris snapped the whip over his head toward the crowd. The crack of the whip as the tip finished its very high-speed flip was loud enough to startle any in the crowd who had never seen a bullwhip before. “I only have two strokes with this” Chris said to the crowd. His face was formed into a strange smile that was almost a leer. He stood directly behind the drudge and pulled the whip back over his head. He swung his arm forward and then pulled his wrist back very rapidly. The whip moved through the air like a snake that was curling and uncurling. He was evidently very skilled with the whip and was positioned exactly right. He also moved his arm exactly right. The tip of the whip began its crack just as it entered the drudge’s ass crack. The loud crack was immediately followed by a slightly softer thwack as the leather slammed into the drudge’s rosebud. This time the drudge screamed like a young woman while his throbbing cock spurted thick ropes of cum onto the platform below.

The young blonde beside me cried out and shuddered hard her fingers buried deep in her dripping cunt as the final stroke landed. The drudge’s body went limp against the log sweat pouring down his back while the scent of sex and leather filled the air. Jake stood up in the front row and the hologram began to fade leaving everyone in the real arena breathing hard and shifting in their seats. The show was over but the heat it stirred lingered long after the lights came up.