Final Fantasy X - Bickson/Wakka
"Yowwww!! Not so hard, ya?!"
Captain Bickson merely smirked as he kept slapping away at the muscular, tanned ass cheeks squirming in his grip. Wakka's ass was a bright red by now, almost as red as his hair. But Bickson wasn't even close to being done.
"The terms of the bet was that the loser goes over the winner's lap a full minute for every point they lost by, right?"
"Oooh! Yeah, but... Owww!"
The captain of the Luca Goers smirked again at Wakka's reactions. Those smacks to his sitspots sure did make him wiggle and yelp. "And this game your Keeper was really snoozing. We beat you 20-0."
"Aahh! I know, but—Yowww, ouch!!"
"So we're not even halfway done yet!"
More hard slaps landed all along the firm globes of Wakka's behind. The red-haired man could only jerk and groan as he tried to take the punishment. Bickson had to wonder why his fellow captain kept challenging him in the first place. After all, the Luca Goers never lost a game of blitz. They were tournament champions, while the Besaid Aurochs were just a team of nobodies from the islands. Still, the Aurochs never backed down from trying their hardest in the arena, for all the good it did them. Likewise, Wakka never backed down from paying the stakes once the match was over and they were back in the locker room.
Bickson almost had to admire their resolve as 'the little team that could', even as he was having the time of his life beating their captain's bare butt until it was cherry red.
"Oooh! Nnnngh! Gyaahhhh!"
"Hey, if you really need a break I can always take you outside and finish this in front of the crowds. The game's been over for a bit now but I bet there's still plenty left in the stands who'd give a good cheer at seeing what the losing captain gets."
"Ohhhh man...!!" The tan islander could only groan at the thought and try to keep his perfect bottom raised to accept the burning whacks.