King of Fighters: Spanking Edition!

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(for AllThatBara)

"Ora ora!" Joe Higashi mocked his opponent, the hot-headed street boxer Shen Woo. The guy kept coming at him fists flying, but Joe had so far evaded him, keeping him at bay with a mixture of kick counters and flying tornadoes. He knew he couldn't keep him back forever, but Shen was just the sort of guy Joe liked to mess with most--the sort who never failed to rise to his baits.

"C'mon, is that all you got? I thought this would be a challenge!" he taunted, sticking his hands down his shorts to idly shift his balls around. Joe then turned around and pushed his shorts straight down, mooning the guy with his bare-naked butt. "Hah hah hah! Don't you want a piece of this??"

[AllThatBara]

Shen knew Joe by his infamous reputation. A skilled fighter, an egotistical showboater, and a pervert in a pair of shorts. That was enough to prepare himself for a fight with the hot-blooded idiot -- or so Shen thought, you know, before his hits were countered or blocked or parried or evaded one after the other and his temper began to get the better of him. See, he didn't expect was for all three of the things he knew about Joe to be true. Surely the last two would've overwrote the first one! But nope. He could hold his own in a fight and --

-- wait --

-- was he seriously taking the time, mid-fight, to adjust his balls and moon his opponent? A vein popped out on Shen's forehead, colour rose to his face, and he quickly brought up a hand to cover his eyes, peeking out from between his fingers in case of a sneak attack. Yeah. That's the reason. Nothing to do with catching a glimpse of those insanely rounded cheeks.

"What are you, a damn monkey?" He used his free hand to point accusingly. "Pull your stinkin' shorts back up, asshole!"

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"Hah hah!" Joe grinned cheekily back at his opponent. Direct hit! And then he noticed the color rising on Shen's face. And possibly a critical one. All he needed now was to get the Hong Kong punk a little closer, then he could release his ultimate and walk out of this ring the undisputed winner.

And so . . .

"What'll you do if I don't!" he challenged with a smirk, reaching back and giving his perfectly-shaped buns a slap. "Give me a spanking?"

[AllThatBara]

"A spanking!?"

Shen growled from behind his hand. Joe treating their fight like a big joke pissed him off more than being forced to look at the cock fighter's bared buttocks. Just the tone behind those words was enough to spur him into action. He moved while Joe was distracted, while he was effectively bound by the shorts around his legs, and seized hold of the guy.

His grip tightened as he dragged Joe towards a nearby bench. The benefit of fighting in the street was the abundance of, ahem, props available for use during matches. This would be the first time he parked himself on a bench and hauled a squirming half-nude rival over his lap, though.

"Since you're actin' like a baboon, it's only fair your ass should look the part." He gripped at one upturned cheek while he spoke, surprised by the softness of the muscle beneath his grip. "So yeah, I'm gonna spank ya."

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"Hah hah! Yeah, you're gonna--wait, what?" Joe started in surprise as Shen moved faster than anticipated. While he'd wanted to taunt Shen into a foolish attack, he'd figured the guy would be too put-off by his bare-assed display to cut the distance quite so fast. Crap! He should have known a street guy like Shen wouldn't be bound by false notions of modesty for long.

Joe, meanwhile, didn't even have time to pull his shorts up before he felt the opposing fighter's hands take hold of him. That surprised Joe too. He'd expected Shen to deliver one of his furious punches, probably right to the small of his back, then again to his solar plexus. Instead, the guy was dragging Joe towards . . . a bench? A small worry began to take hold in the back of Joe's mind. This guy . . . he wasn't really gonna . . . But having been caught literally with his pants down--or his shorts, in this case--left Joe momentarily unable to escape.

"Hey hey hey! Wait a second!" he exclaimed, feeling Shen's fingers dig into a vulnerable buttock, just as the guy announced he was going to do just what Joe had suggested. "That was just a joke!"

[AllThatBara]

"Where'd all that bravado go, Joe?" Shen teased as his rough hand wandered along the curve of his rival's backside. What had been a sour mood earlier turned into the exact same cocky arrogance he decided to punish Joe for as soon as the other fighter began to squirm. A grin crossed his face -- and he landed the first swat, bringing his hand up high then letting it fall like a guillotine.

Whack! Joe's butt bounced from the force, Shen licked his lips at the sight, and a pink handprint bloomed across the skin. He couldn't help but note how Joe's butt held the same tan as the rest of his body; probably a benefit of pulling his shorts down every other minute.

Rather than follow up with a second hit, he squeezed hard and perversely. Possessive and controlling. Like he owned Joe's ass. "The only joke here is you."

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"Yah!" Joe yelped out as the first hit struck home. He grit his teeth, knowing from the sting that a hand-print was surely taking shape on the round, chiseled cheeks of his ass. "You punk! You think you can do this to the King of Muay Thai!" he yelled, twisting and struggling to get back on his feet. He had to stifle another groan when the effort earned him only a hearty butt-squeeze from the other guy, followed by another slap. Shit! This wasn't how he'd wanted to end up!

Watching the fight from opposite corners were Joe and Shen's teammates. On the Fatal Fury Team's side, Terry Bogard sighed as he lowered his cap's visor to cover his eyes. "Typical Joe . . . " he groaned. While on the New Hero Team, Ash Crimson looked over the proceedings with amusement. "My, Shen, I never knew you could be so rough . . . " he purred in approval, watching his rough teammate give the foolish mooning man quite a deserving punishment.

[AllThatBara]

Heh...

Shen wasn't the type of guy to turn down a captive audience, but his attention was fixed on Joe's upturned rump rather than his team and the Fatal Fury group. Ash's words of encouragement, the Bogards' lack of concern for his boisterous team-mate, and Duo Lon's silence framed with a slight curl of his lips. None of those things matter compared to the sensation of a full-grown toned fighter kicking and squirming like a brat over his father's lap. But that shouldn't be a problem. After all, Joe had been so keen to draw attention to his damn fine ass not minutes ago, before Shen took him up on his offer and seized the role of the arrogant idiot of the duo all for himself.

Surely it'd be an insult to the other fighter to ignore the tempting target made by his bouncing buttocks.

"The King of Muay Thai seems right at home over my thigh," Shen said with a bark of laughter loud enough to carry over to the teams watching on the sidelines. A proud bestial Gah ha ha ha! with no regard for the heads he might turn or how lame his joke may sound to anyone else. What's more, those barks of laughter are coupled with a swift strike each, drawing out the colour across Joe's sit-spots with ease. Shen shifted his leg, raising his knee to bring Joe's ass up and exposing just a glimpse of his puckered entrance between the steep dip of his crack. "Those fancy attacks of yours ain't worth shit now, huh?"

Whack! Shen spread his fingers wide, hoping to leave a fancy handprint behind, and landed a flurry of blows in that style.

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"Ahhh! Ohhh!" Joe bucked and squirmed against the denim of Shen's pants, ass clenching under the rough smacks. "Just wait 'til I get loose, then you'll see how strong my attacks are!" he promised, before letting out another yelp at an open-palmed shot right to his left sitspot. He wiggled some more, not realizing that each jerk exposed further recesses of his crack to sight.

It was hardly the first time he'd been spanked--Terry, Kim Kaphwan, Geese Howard, Billy Kane, and others could all attest to that, each in their own distinct ways. But it was the first time a practical stranger was doing it! Taking his bare ass and tossing it over their knee for a good dose of demeaning discipline. And right in the middle of a fight, too!

"Aoowww! You're gonna pay for this!"

[AllThatBara]

"Ya charge people to spank your ass?" Shen marked the question with a couple more biting swats, driving the sting and heat deep into the muscular mounds at his mercy and treating their audience to a sound harsh enough to elicit winces of sympathy even from the seasoned brawlers. "In that case I'm gonna run up one hell of a bill!"

And he intended to make good on that threat, setting aside the smack talk in place of dishing out cruel and humiliating smack after smack. The sight of Joe's most intimate area on display, the feel of him grinding against Shen's lap, the taste of another man's shame in the air. It's all so delicious.

Delicious enough to explain the hard on poking Joe in the belly.