Game....

by Michiru

Ah, this is the life, Lance thought to himself as he stretched out on a towel.

Nobody home but me, and the others won't be back for hours.

He reached over and picked up the cold beer that Pietro from the local liquor store. Lance kinda envied a

power that allowed one to go so fast that he could go into a store, pick what he wanted and go out so fast that nobody, even security systems could pick up on him.

But now that same Pietro was out cruisin with no less than three girls. And wouldn't be back for several

glorious Pietro-free hours.

Fred had gotten a bit of cash and had decided to go to a local all-you-could-buffet restaurant that had recently

opened. Too bad, Lance chuckled, that they'd be closing soon from lack of food to serve.

Todd and Tabitha had gone to watch....

The sun was a glorious warm tanning bed, and so Lance decided, being alone, to get some tan-line-less

tanning in.

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Scott sidled around the Brotherhood house with an air of quiet caution. Kitty had mentioned to him earlier

that day that Lance was going to be home all day. She had been invited over, but had to decline because of Temple. Scott had given her a quick lecture on going to the houses of strange -- and Lance was very strange -- boys. Alone. With no supervision.

But her going to early Temple had made just a break he needed.

Lance would be totally alone.

And Scott wanted so much to get Lance alone.

Lance had been the bane of his existence for months now. Getting in the way of the X-Men, coming on to

Kitty, and just being a plain jerk. He made his adult-abandoned team pull idiotic stunts, that compromised his safety, and that of his so called friends, and all of mutantkind as well.

And with the help of the professor's new training contraption, he was going to punish the errant teen.

It was only in the beginning stages, but it made for an interesting diversion. When the X-Men wore the special

bracelets, their mutant powers were disabled for a short time - usually 45 minutes to an hour - and Wolverine put them through their paces as regular humans.

Scott and Rogue got the best of the deals. Rogue, because she was already basically human. Her powers only

worked when she absorbed another person, and was trained in many arts of 'human' conflict. Also, she loved the freedom of being able to touch, albeit only briefly.

Scott loved it because for a time, he could really see. Jean's luxurious red hair, and green eyes. Rogue's darker

red hair, the white streak actually white instead of pink, her paler, startling green eyes. Kurt with his deep dark blue fur, darker blue hair. Everything was so much more with colour.

But it lasted for only a short while, and then the sets couldn't be used for at least a week because of the delicate

batteries.

The best part was that being X-Men leader, he was privy to a lot of inside things, and knew that Logan was

only going to use them seldom, less than once a month. So they were free for Scott's 'borrowing'.

He pulled out the bracelet from his pocket, grinning at the sight of Lance sunbathing nude. That would make

his part much more easier.

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Lance rolled over onto his stomach, deciding that just because his skin was dark, didn't mean he couldn't burn.

A hand suddenly pushed Lance's face into the towel. With a muffled yelp, Lance started to struggle. The

feeling of cold metal on his wrist made him immediately think of cops.

NO! He thought to himself, and pushed his power into the ground around him.

"You are a very bad, bad boy," he heard a familiar voice say as he realized something horrible. His power

wasn't working!! "Do you know what happens to bad boys?" Lance realized who was speaking.

"FFFMMNER!!!!!" He tried to yell. He could get some air, but not much. Summers' knee was in the middle

of his back, digging in, in a spot that made it awkward to move.

"That's 'Summers'," Scott dug his knee in a little harder. "You have been annoying me to no end for the past

few months. First you try to kill Kitty! Then after Mystique brings you here, you and your band on miscreants continue to pester us, not seeming to realize that each time you do, you get your asses whupped.

"Then, somehow, you manage to convince Kitty you like her, even though we know exactly what a guy like

you would really want with a nice sweet girl like her."

"MMfffs mmm!" Lance cried.

"I can't understand you," Scott brought Lance's head up enough that Lance could speak.

"That's not true! I don't want to hurt Kitty!!"

"Do you think I actually BELIEVE that?" Scott laughed, then leaned over. With a downward sweep of his

flattened palm, he smacked Lance squarely on one firm buttock. "And should I mention how you went out of your way to expose yourself as a mutant, taking your so called friends down the drain with you? We've have to clean up your messes, and beat you soundly, and you still don't get it!"

"Sumner, if you don't let me go, I'm gonna make you so sorry you were ever born!" Lance yelled.

SMACK!

"OW!"

"If you ever call me Sumner again, you'll get that again to the point where you'll beg and cry for mercy. And

if I'm feeling generous, I'll give you a minute of mercy."

"You're nuts!"

"Call me 'Master'," Scott grinned at the helpless Lance.

"Like HELL I- OW!" Lance cried at the sharp stinging in his bottom. "Stop hitting me!"

Scott pulled Lance's struggling arms back. Carefully sitting on Lance's bucking form, he carefully bent

Lance's elbows so that his forearms overlapped, then lashed them together, making extra certain that his hands were well tied down, the bracelet secure. He had approximately 45 minutes, and would make it count.

"Lemme go!" Lance cried, struggling. "I can't believe you're doing this!" he almost shrieked, wishing that

someone was home, or coming home, or that someone lived less than a half mile away!

"Nope, and I am," Scott pulled Lance's chin up and grinned down at him. "You never answered me. What do

people do to bad little boys?"

"I don't care! Lemme go!!!" Lance writhed, trying to use his power, and failing again.

"You're helpless now, Lance. Nobody home, nobody coming, all tied up and your power is gone, long gone,"

Scott laughed.

"How-" Lance twisted, looking up at the person that was now a stranger to him. This was not the Scott he

loved to torment!

"Kitty told me you'd be alone all day, and the metal bracelet I put on you keeps your power in check. I'm not

stupid, or insane. And now. Bad boys get punished, Lance." Scott told him, sitting down.

Grabbing hold of Lance's hip, he hauled the muscular boy onto his lap. "Bad boys get spanked!"

He swatted Lance firmly, but not overly painfully.

"Don't do this, Summers," Lance cried.

"Master. Call me Master," Scott smacked Lance's firm, tight butt again. The dark flesh quivered slightly, the s

kin resilient and smooth.

"I will no- yeouch! Damn you, Summ- ow!!!! Let me - OW!!! That hurts!" Lance yelled as Scott swatted

him firmly.

"Yes, I certainly hope so. Call me 'Master'," Scott repeated.

"NO!" Lance yelled.

Scott blew on his palm, then struck Lance's butt, enjoying the way the imprint of his hand struck a sharp relief

in white, before it faded back to the olive skin tone. Lance jerked away slightly, giving a small grunt at the feeling, clenching his buttocks.

Scott hit him again, again, again, noticing that even Lance's skin could begin to show red after a few swats.

He began to hit Lance steadily, the smacking sounds loud and musical, Lance's sharp intakes of breath, little muffled whimpers of pain very satisfying.

He began to vary where he struck the handsome boy, watching how different areas of Lance's butt seemed to

be more sensitive than others, especially that curve right above his thigh, and the top of the thigh itself.

His skin itself was beginning to redden noticeably, and was getting warmer. Scott decided to break from the

incessant spanking.

"Ready to call me 'Master' yet?" He asked softly, sliding his hand softly over the hot, red cheeks of Lance's

firmly disciplined backside.

Lance panted, grateful for the respite of pain. It didn't take Lance too long to realize that Scott was extremely

serious about the spanking business. And he was coming to the conclusion that he genuinely wanted to be called Master.

The spanking hurt, damn it, but there was no way he'd call him Master!

And something else was wrong now. Scott's hand was gently, softly stroking his butt. And it felt good. And

there was something so... primal.. about being tied up, naked, at the mercy of another. To know he had absolutely no control over the situation... He felt a stirring in his loins, a heat spreading through his lower stomach, the soft throb of arousal beginning. Oh, please, he thought, please don't let him notice!

Scott heard no answer from the now-panting Lance. He leaned over and picked up the beer that Lance had

been drinking. It felt as if it had recently come out of ice. Condensation was running off the cold bottle in rivulets.

Scott took a long drink of it, before tipping the rest of the contents over, onto Lance's naked butt.

Clear, amber liquid flowed over hot flesh, eliciting a yelp from Lance.

The cold liquid splattered over him, a sharp surprise. His buttocks contracted tightly, while another part of

him expanded rapidly. He felt Scott spread his cheeks, and pour the last of the beer over him. Oh, no, oh, no, oh no! he chanted in his head, the feeling of the crisp, icy liquid coursing between his butt-cheeks making him harden even more. The gentle throb of the beginnings of an erection became full force. He had to force his hips from jutting, to keep himself from trying to rub himself on Scott's leg.

Scott laughed softly at Lance's gasp of surprise. He gave Lance's butt another sharp smack, the wet flesh

making a different sound altogether.

A soft moan escaped Lance's lips, and Scott looked down at the other boy in surprise. He was starting to get

off on this!

"Call me Master, Lance," Scott leaned over him, his breath moving his hair with a wispy breeze.

"No," Lance grunted.

Scott grinned. This was fun. He pulled his arm back and whacked Lance's butt as hard as he could. Lance

cried out, and his hips moved slightly, bottom coming up as if hungering for more.

"I think you like this," Scott chuckled throatily, feeling the passions in himself stir ever more. He had become

aroused as he worked on Lance's tight ass, and now begun to wonder how much he could get away with.....

To be continued.