Rules For Spanking: MMF Bisexual Romance

by A. Anders

  The odds that I would come out in the 45-second window necessary to evade detection were astronomically low. I was either very lucky, or someone had let me come out at the right time. Could Rose have been right? Was nothing that I had seen on the dock real? Was I their pawn?

  The further I ran into the woods, the less possible Rose’s theory seemed. I know what I saw. Yes, perhaps Kurt’s death could have been an elaborate scam, but Ian couldn’t have known I was there, could he? Well, maybe if cameras were hidden in the trees, he could. Could all of that have been arranged for the off chance that I would tell Rose?

  Rose was certainly right about one thing. The best thing I could do now was to stay in the game. Whether it was just to spend time with her or to stay alive, I had to start playing for keeps.

  “Ford!” I heard someone whisper.

  I slowed to a stop and threw myself behind a tree. It was instinct.

  “Ford!” the hushed voice said again.

  I scanned the darkness and saw him. It was Brad. He was waving me over. Not knowing what he was hiding from, I got down and hurried toward the large-leafed vines he hid behind.

  Moving from tree to tree, I suddenly realized how much light there was. I looked up and didn’t see the moon. Instead, I saw the tower with the glowing bulb. It was still miles away, but its light was bright enough to cast shadows.

  Sliding in feet first, I joined Brad in a dirt hole behind a canopy of leafy vines. Expectedly, Freddy and Victor were there with him. What I didn’t expect was that they were all naked except for a loincloth.

  Do you know that feeling when you see something that you can never un-see?

  “What, ah… What’s goin’ on?” I asked fairly sure that I didn’t want to know.

  “Just hanging out,” Brad said with a knowing smile.

  “Excellent! Excellent! Well, I’ll just leave you all to whatever it is that you were doing.”

  “Where are you going?” Brad asked amused.

  “Back to my cabin.”

  “What are you, insane?”

  “What do you mean?” I asked, starting to put together what was really going on.

  “You think Gray is just gonna let you sleep? You gave him a Viking funeral.”

  “No. You gave him that.”

  “And you helped. He saw you with us. You think he’s gonna let you get away with that?”

  Brad was right. I couldn’t go back tonight. Gray, Bob, Spiritual Sam… they would want revenge, and I was as much of a target as everyone else.

  “Can I ask a question?” I requested with resignation.

  “What’s that?”

  “Why the loin cloths?”

  Brad looked at Freddy and Victor, before turning back to me. “Because we look good.”

  Do you know that feeling when you ask a question that you can never un-ask?

  “Also, they might see us when we get back in the morning. Would you really wanna tip them off to where we spent the night? And as a hint, I’ll mention that we dug this hole with our bare hands.”

  “We?” Victor asked.

  “Ford gets the picture,” Brad retorted.

  You had to admire Brad. He had a lot of skills. Chief among them was his ability to get people out of their clothes. I folded and placed mine with the others and settled in for the night.

  Rose’s words resonated with me as I drifted off to sleep on the gentle slope of the hole. Something was undeniably memorable about her. She was hard to get out of my mind, but to fully embrace her, I had to deny everything that I had seen.

  I had watched men die before. As much as I had tried, it was hard to forget what it looked like. Kurt and Ian were dead. With Ian, I hid, watching and hoping that someone would collect him within the time that he could be revived. But no one came. He was dead.

  I thought about it for what felt like hours. I don’t know if I made it to sleep or not, but I woke up quickly when I felt someone’s hand on my naked back.

  “What?” I whispered, pretending that I had always been awake.

  “There.” Brad pointed at something moving in the bushes ahead.

  We all sunk back into our hole. The noise increased as whatever it was got closer. Brad looked at me with yet another smile on his face. Wow, did nothing get him down? Either he was high again, or he lived for this stuff.

  Brad slowly popped his head above the rim of the hole. Knowing that we would both be camouflaged by the foliage, I joined him. It was Gray and his allies. They were looking for us just as Brad had said. And Gray, leading the way, was carrying what looked like an improvised spear-gun.

  I remembered this feeling; being held up in a fox hole with the enemies crossing our path. The strategic thing to do would be to let them go by and then double back on them. But I guessed that Brad never got that memo.

  With Gray, Bouncer Bob, and the still naked Buck-Naked Billy past us, Brad signaled to get ready. We were going to take out Construction Carl and Spiritual Sam. It was meant to be an attack from behind.

  I wondered how Brad planned to disarm Gray. Knowing Brad, he didn’t have a plan. He was just hoping that Gray wouldn’t shoot him in the face. Everything else could be fixed with magic dust, and he didn’t care what happened to the rest of us.

  But I wasn’t willing to be a sacrificial piece in Brad’s crazy game, and I wasn’t going to let anyone else be either. We needed a plan that involved everyone surviving. I knew that meant that I had to take control.

  I waved off Brad’s instructions and got the attention of the rest of the men. I signaled to Victor that he and I would take out Carl and Sam. Brad had gotten us into this mess, so I assigned him and Freddy to deal with Gray and the others.

  Readying the men, I leaned against the wall of the hole. My heart pounded in my ears as I counted down. Three, two…

  Victor and I slid out. I grabbed Carl, covering his mouth and pulling him down. Victor wasn’t quite as smart. He went in fist-first catching Spiritual Sam in the face. Sam’s head whipped back, and he released a “God damn!” alerting Gray and the others.

  Brad, at least, had sense enough to go on the attack. He might be insane, but he was no coward. With Brad charging out of the hole, Freddy soon followed.

  Things got loud and physical really fast. Carl was not a small guy. He fought back like his life depended on it, and maybe it did. I couldn’t let that stop me.

  Rolling on the ground, he tried to escape my grip. I didn’t want to, but I hit him twice in his side as hard as I could. It would stun him but leave no permanent damage.

  I discovered that no one else was playing by gentleman rules when something clubbed me across the head. I released Carl, but I didn’t black out. I had been hit worse. When I looked up in search of who had done it, I found Spiritual Sam’s fists rapidly connecting with my chest.

  Would it be wrong of me to say that Spiritual Sam was precious? Because, god bless him, he really was doing his best. I almost didn’t want to connect my elbow to his chin, but I was under a time crunch here. I had technically started this fight, and now I was fighting two men by myself.

  When I hit him, Sam went down like Joe Glass. I hadn’t moved fast enough, though. Carl was on his knees, and I could only lift my arms to block his barrage.

  I rolled kicking Sam off of me. I tripped Carl and spun around. I had to knock him out. So with him on all fours, I hit him once in the neck and he dropped like dead weight. I stared down at him as I got up. In spite of his lifeless fall, I was sure he’d be fine.

  Unfortunately for Sam, I lost my balance as I stood up. Stepping back, I found something soft. Once I transferred my weight onto it, something burst under my foot like a squashed grape. I winced. How I had managed to step exactly onto Sam’s crotch was a mystery to me.

  Between the flaming arrow to the foot and this, he was having a bad week. Apparently, Spiritual Sam’s god was a fourteen-year-old boy with a fart-joke level of humor. I had four words of advice for Sam: don’t pull his finger.

  It was as
I looked up that I realized how much I was losing my edge. Suddenly, a body was in front of me, and I felt another blow to my head. This time, my brain slammed into the inside of my skull, like a bird hitting glass. I spun and dropped. Lying face down in the dirt, I couldn’t move.

  I felt a boot flip me over. Through the haze, I saw who had hit me. It was Gray. Staring up at the spear gun pointed at my face, I realized he was about to give me a spike through the skull.

  Chapter 5

  Gray pointed his makeshift spear gun at my face with his finger moving very quickly to the trigger. After everything I had been through, I couldn’t believe it was going to end this way.

  To my surprise, it didn’t. Out of nowhere, Brad leaped in, knocking Gray to the ground. Still stunned by the hit across the head, I wanted to turn and watch but I couldn’t. Someone was winning soundly though, and I was cheering for Brad. More precisely, I was cheering for not being shot in the face.

  “You alright?” Brad asked, coming into sight.

  I wasn’t alright. Someone had brained me, twice. If there was one thing that I wasn’t, it was “alright.”

  “Stay here,” Brad commanded. “I still have to find Bob. I’ll be right back.”

  Brad ran off, and I did what I could to remain conscious. I reminded myself of everything that had just happened. Sam, Carl, and Gray were lying next to me. I hadn’t taken them all out, but I was responsible for some of them. And damn, was I having a hard time remembering which.

  It wasn’t long after that that I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, it was morning. I could see the blue sky above me through the canopy of leaves. The sounds of squawking birds surrounded me, and the smell of rich, moist earth enveloped me.

  I shifted my legs triggering a shot of pain. My legs hurt. Why? When did I get hit in the legs?

  Much of my body hurt now. The muscles between my ribs were screaming. My shoulder was stiff, and there was a deafening ringing in my ears. Why did I hurt so much?

  I rolled over remembering the guys that laid beside me. They were all gone. As I shifted to get up, I felt a shooting pain in my side.

  It was then that I realized what had happened. Gray, Sam, and Carl had all woken up together. Finding me unconscious, they got their payback by beating on my unconscious body.

  Okay, I could understand why they did that. They were getting their revenge. Fair enough. But did any of them have the decency to shoot me before they left? No, they didn’t. It would have taken them two seconds. That was just inconsiderate.

  With a spear in the leg, I could get a little magic dust, and I would be fine. I would be feeling one hundred percent within hours. But instead, they left me to suffer through the soreness until I healed naturally.

  Healing naturally? What were they, monsters? Hey, we might have drugged them, set them on fire, and sent them adrift in shark-infested waters, but at least we were never cruel.

  Eventually, I fought my way to my feet. I hurt all over. Looking down at my practically naked body, I found bruises everywhere.

  Remembering where I had put my clothes, I got dressed. The walk back to camp was slow and painful. When I entered the clearing in front of the resort, the first thing I saw was Pete.

  If it not for his robotic body, I would have sworn that he had been worried about me. Rushing over, he scanned me.

  “No, Pete. It’s nothing that you can help me with,” I informed him.

  I left him and checked out the commissary. Everyone was there. Gray and his group were at one table while Brad and the others were at another. We all looked like crap. That is, all of us except for Brad.

  I headed to the buffet, dished up a plate and joined my allies.

  “Hey, morning!” Brad said, looking like he had a full night’s rest.

  I gave him a sneer and focused on my food.

  “Last night was something else, right” Brad continued, giving me one of his annoyingly charming smiles.

  “Weren’t you supposed to come back for me?” I barked.

  “Yeah. Sorry about that. I got deep into something else.”

  Brad smirked at me like I would know what he was talking about and then looked across the commissary at Bob. Bob, who was staring back at us, sheepishly hung his head, much the way Freddy had the morning after the Viking funeral.

  Wait, had Brad had sex with Bob? Damn, man! How the hell did he keep doing that? Wasn’t anyone here interested in being with Rose?

  Just as I finished my eggs, Pete approached me. His front panel was open, displaying a blue sheet of paper. I took it out and read it.

  “Group date,” Brad announced, summoning the others.

  “What’s love got to do with a mad world? I invite Gray, Bob, Brad, Freddy, and Ford to find out,” I read.

  “What’s love got to do with a mad world?” Brad repeated to the other daters.

  To me, the clue was obvious, so I headed to my cabin to get ready. “What’s Love Got to do with It” was a famous song by a twentieth-century singer named Tina Turner. She starred in a classic movie called “Mad Max.” It looked like we were headed for Thunderdome.

  As we walked north into the woods, a structure became visible in the distance. It was a square three-story building that had been painted to blend into the trees. I wondered how many other places like this one were on the island. The bear cage, Thunderdome—each would have taken dozens of people to build.

  We entered the outer structure before entering a dome lattice built within. Flashes of the movie came back to me. My father had been a big fan of classic movies. He had forced me to watch this one with him when I was a kid. As Rose appeared from a platform just outside of the monkey bars looking dome, I remembered a little more.

  Draped in a chain link dress, Rose theatrically bellowed, “Welcome… to Thunderdome!”

  I turned to the guys, looking for recognition. Gray was the only one to react.

  “I’m a fan of classic movies, especially the ones with crazy visions of the future. And out of all of them, ‘Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome’ was my favorite. So now, you all will get the chance to compete in Thunderdome. The winner of this challenge gets a one-on-one date.”

  I scanned the dome. It was twenty feet high and thirty feet wide. From the top, five thick elastic bands hung that ended with leather diapers. Along the sides were weapons: jagged clubs, axes, spears, and on the very top of the dome, a chainsaw. They gave us so many ways to kill each other that it was hard to believe that everyone would walk out in one piece.

  “Those of you who would like to compete for a one-on-one date with me can attach yourself to one of the bands. I don’t wanna see you all hurt each other,” she said as I eyed a jagged club. “But I do have a big weakness for champions.”

  Rose was so excited that she looked giddy. I hoped her excitement came from pretending to be in her favorite movie. The alternative would mean that she was a complete psychopath.

  But even if she was insane, I remembered why Ian was eliminated. There was no way I would take the risk of sitting out this challenge. No, I was going to do the sensible thing. I was going to attach myself to the giant elastic band, grab a club, and fight four men to impress a girl.

  Once we were all strapped into our harnesses, we were lifted to the center of the dome. From there, we were dropped. Before we hit the ground, the bands retracted, and we shot back up. They were bouncing us. As I was the first person to find my timing, I aimed myself towards the chainsaw.

  “Five men enter, one man leaves,” Rose began quoting the movie. “Ladies and gentleman, dying time is here. Begin!”

  Everyone scattered. I bounced toward the ceiling and missed. Bob sprung towards the surrounding weapons, followed by Gray and Brad. Bouncing wildly, Freddy was the only one left behind.

  After my feet touched the ground, I crouched and shot back up. I grazed the chainsaw but grabbed a bar near the top. I held on, knowing I couldn’t stay there forever, but tightening my grip, I knew I could hang on for now.

 
Below, the carnage began quickly. Bob grabbed an ax and was the first to attack. With his sights locked on Brad, he shot across the dome, slicing his target’s chest.

  Startled, Brad latched onto a sidebar and stopped. He looked down at his shirt, which had a thin red stain. When Brad looked back up, he was pissed.

  Immediately grabbing a spear, Brad threw it at Bob. He missed. He then grabbed a jagged club and swung across the dome. Their two paths crossed, but it was too far to land a blow.

  Both men swung freely after that. They passed each other again and again. Each time, they got closer until whack! The sound of shattering bone echoed across the dome.

  Bob released his ax. Caught across the chin, his big body swung limp. Still swinging, his elastic band released. When his barrel-shaped chest hit the ground, he rolled ten feet across the dirt.

  It was as I watched Bob’s band retract into the ceiling that I saw Gray. While I had been distracted, he had climbed the opposite side of the dome, and now he was retrieving the chainsaw. When he started it, it released a blood-curdling whine.

  As soon as his eyes locked on me, he pounced. Hurling towards me, I lifted my legs. He flew past me by an inch. He was headed for the ground, and he fell blade first.

  Freddy!

  Still out of control, Freddy bounced up as Gray charged down. The chainsaw caught the young man below his shoulder. Unable to stop it, his muscular arm flung through the air like discarded beef.

  Blood sprayed everywhere. Freddy screeched. Dropped from the elastic band, he hit the dirt with a thud. Flailing frantically, he was out of his mind with terror.

  I turned to Gray. He wasn’t done yet. Gray bounced towards Brad to attack, and clack!

  Brad had been prepared. As the two met, Brad had swung his club. The chainsaw shot out of Gray’s hands. Thinking he had won, Brad cheered.

  Gray didn’t give up. Again near the ground, Gray grabbed the spear, turned, and threw.

  His aim was perfect. The spear pierced Brad through the stomach. The avalanche of pain silenced him. Stunned, Brad swung until the elastic band released him and he dropped.