As the cameras turned off, the slim Japanese boy kissed the young brunette laying next to him one more time.

"You did great," he said, stroking his waist. The compliment put a smile on the little brunette's face, clearly making him happy as it was coming from one of the most famous and admired boy-models of the time.

Indeed, the black-haired Japanese child was no stranger to the embrace of other boys in front of the camera. With a name like Kenta Hideki he was clearly an immigrant, and his Far Eastern charm, gorgeous smooth curves and his genuine raw lust that seemingly had the power to radiate through the screen made him a favorite among the studio's many fans.

With the filming over, he quickly put on a pair of panties and went to look for his supervisor, the young man responsible for his fair treatment and wellbeing in all matters related to his job as a model. He had something he wanted to discuss with him.

"So, what do you think?" he asked once he found him.

"It went pretty well," he replied. "You've done an amazing job, as always."

"And the spanking scene specifically?"

The film they shot that day was somewhat special, as it was going to be one of those new videos in which Kenta receives a spanking. Given his generally submissive role and beautifully round bubble-butt, it's no surprise that fans had been asking to see him punished on camera for a long time.

Once presented with the idea, Kenta was quick to accept, due to his curious nature and willingness to experiment. At first it was just a short special, with an over-the-knee hand spanking for the naked child, but it wasn't long before he took on the role of a naughty student receiving six of the best with a cane on his bare bottom.

In today's video he starred as his brunette classmate's lover, who forgot to appear on a date they agreed on because he was busy playing video games. In the film's story this was an important date and the only way to earn forgiveness was to endure a dozen hard smacks with a heavy leather strap administered by his lover's older brother – played by a trustworthy member of the studio's crew.

Kenta surprised everyone by how well he took the strapping, being on all fours on the bed he stayed hard and playful even as the final smacks left his reddened butt lightly bruised at the edges. Once forgiveness was earned in the story, the film's final act entailed a traditional lovemaking scene between the two models, with Kenta getting his freshly punished bottom gently fucked by his young partner amid many hugs, embraces and kisses.

"You seem to be good at everything, including spankings," the supervisor remarked. "I'm sure your fans will go crazy over this one."

"I've decided that I want to get more serious about spanking," the young Japanese model said with confidence.

"Do you already have a new film in mind?" the supervisor asked.

"I have this in mind," the boy said as he raised a poster he previously grabbed from his locker and unrolled it with both hands so that its content became visible.

It depicted a young boy kneeling on a spanking bench, looking back over his shoulder with a wicked grin and sticking his butt out as much as he could. The bottom in question was covered with some of the most extreme marks ever to be seen on a child, with a dark red tone, thick purple welts crisscrossing over the cheeks and a bit of the upper thighs as well as heavy bruising on both sides. A small drop of blood could be seen trickling down on the right inner thigh, originating from the center of a dark welt further up on the cheek. The shininess in general indicated heavy sweating and perhaps a few other minor cuts.

Despite the damage the boy was clearly hard, even if the angle of the shot didn't make it all that obvious. Other than the confident grin, he had brown eyes and white hair. It wasn't the kind of white that is in reality just very light blonde though, it was a genuine shiny snow-white. The title of the poster read "The White Rider", who according to the text below, was the Preteen Spankee World Champion. In smaller text at the bottom corner of the poster it was revealed that his real name was Nathan Wild, and he was 11 years old.

"You want… a spanking like that?" The supervisor seemed to be confused and in disbelief.

"No… I mean, well, maybe," Kenta replied excitedly. "What I mean is that I want him specifically! The White Rider! I want a match with him."

"You mean a professional spanking match?" the supervisor clarified.

"Yeah, exactly. Not a film with a script," Kenta nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay," the supervisor nodded. "Is this a joke or did you actually go crazy?"

"I'm serious." Kenta rolled the poster back and crossed his arms. "I want to try professional spanking. I think I'd do well."

"You can't just challenge the champion out of nowhere though. You'd have to work your way up. You're about 10 and a half, and he's 11, there's no way you can catch up to him in the Preteen League, even if you go all in. You could maybe face him in the Teen League if he hasn't retired by then."

"That's the point, I'm not gonna do it the slow way. If I can have a good match with him I'll be instantly recognized as a serious player."

"And why would The White Rider agree to a match with you…?"

"Well…" Kenta grinned. "He's actually coming to our city, but the boy he was supposed to have a match with backed out, I think he got a better deal with some film. He said he's coming anyway because he wants to see the sights, but he also wants a spanking so he is willing to consider any challenger from around here. Even if they're not the same caliber."

"And you're planning to give him a call…?"

"I already did." Kenta was triumphant. "And he actually agreed. Turns out he's kinda a low-key fan of mine. Watches my vids occasionally."

The supervisor scratched his head, "That kid's a beast. You won't last a single round against him."

"Yeah, ahm… that's why I want your help. I'd like to be trained. I'm not going for the win, obviously, but I wanna put up a decent fight."

"Okay, look. If this is really what you want I'll help, because you've done so much for us, for this studio. But I'm honestly not sure if this is the right move for you. The White Rider is a legend for a reason. Most likely outcome is that he'll ruin your mood and you'll just walk away with a sore bum and no glory. Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah. I want to give myself the chance," Kenta nodded firmly.

"Fine," the supervisor sighed. "As you know, a professional spanking match lasts four rounds. I would make it your goal to last through the first round. That's already a huge achievement against the champion."

"Okay," Kenta nodded again.

"How much time do we have until the match?"

"Two months," the boy replied.

"That should be enough. But it's gonna be hard training. You think you're up for it?"

"I'll give it my best!" Kenta grinned with excitement.

"Alright then, I'll find a good trainer for you," the supervisor promised.

The training primarily focused on increasing Kenta's pain threshold. The first thing introduced was cold showers every morning and before bed, which is a great way to increase resilience without taking any actual damage. The other component was frequent actual punishments. Kenta needed experience with the different kinds of stinging sensations that the various implements used during competitions caused, so his butt was given hard spankings with canes, straps, paddles, whips, riding crops, carpet beaters, wooden spoons and martinets.

The young little boy had tons of fun with this part as he was always eager to experience new kinds of arousing pain. Just like before, he took all the implements surprisingly well, often completing more smacks than initially planned. Training his bottom also included a firm bedtime hand spanking every day on top of the existing marks and welts.

Since he needed to improve his pain threshold fast they needed to do more than his butt could safely take. One often used alternative was the boy's thighs. He received punishments with thinner implements like canes, crops and whips on the back and front of his thighs, while flatter tools like straps and paddles were frequently applied to his inner thighs as he spread his legs, laying on his back on a bed. He had a harder time with these than spankings on his bottom, but they proved effective in pushing his limits so he was determined to take them.

Another effective training method was full-body whipping, with his hands tied above his head. While most of the lashes focused on his back, there were plenty to land across already bruised and welted areas like his thighs and butt. The whip also often wrapped around, leaving marks on the boy's chest and belly as well.

By the time the training concluded two weeks before the match – in order to give him time to heal up and be nice and smooth for the opening – Kenta had improved tremendously. Based on his last results, surviving the first round was almost guaranteed, the question became how far he was going to get into the second, or perhaps even the third round out of the four.

The night of the match finally arrived. He was going to face The White Rider himself in person and duel him on the spanking bench. When the presenters called his name he walked into the room where the competition was going to be recorded and broadcast from. He was wearing only two pieces of clothing, a yellow hooded robe that covered him from neck to ankles with the logo of his film studio on his back for advertising purposes that his supervisor insisted on – a garment that he was going to take off before the start – and a black thong. The tight panties formed a cute and noticeable bulge on his front, while the string going in between his cheeks would cover his butthole but leave his ass entirely exposed, both for views and the sting of the implements.

The center of the room had the two spanking benches set up in front of each other. That's where the battle was going to happen. Naturally, there were cameras set up in all directions, ready to capture both facial and body shots from multiple angles. Kenta smiled as he noticed one of the cameras was staring straight at the spot where his butt was going to be. He did like being on camera very much after all.

To the side of the benches was the desk of the two presenters, one of whom had just announced him. On the other side stood the spanker appointed by the Spanking League Association. He looked very young for such a role, perhaps even as low as the final years of his teens. He was standing in front of a door to the storage where all possible implements had already been prepared.

"And now that the challenger's arrived, it's time for the other party to enter the scene. Please welcome the defending world champion, The White Rider!" called the presenter.

From an entrance at the opposite end a small figure appeared and walked into the room, receiving the same clapping from the people present as Kenta had. Unsurprisingly he wore a white robe, which combined with his white hair gave an almost ghostly appearance. Just like on the poster his hair truly was a shining snow-white, but it was full, dense and fluffy and the boy wore it in unkempt locks reaching slightly below his ear but above shoulder level. As he got closer Kenta noticed his gorgeous brown eyes, which looked straight at him.

"Thanks for coming. I was looking forward to finally meeting you," he said with a soft boyish voice.

"Thanks for having me," Kenta smiled back.

The white boy kept eyeing him up for several more seconds. "Wow, you're really cute. Even more so in real life than in the videos," he finally said.

"Ahm, thanks," Kenta blushed a little. He did not expect such a compliment. "You're pretty cute yourself," he added.

"Nya, thanks," the other boy replied, mimicking a cat.

Is this really the fearsome White Rider from the poster, Kenta wondered for a moment. For some reason he had imagined him to be different. One of the presenters picked up his microphone and got up from the desk to approach the two young contestants. Once there he first turned to the white-haired boy.

"We're glad to have you here tonight Nathan. It's always a pleasure to see the legendary White Rider in action. But your opponent today is somewhat unusual. As you know, he actually has no prior experience in professional spanking. How did you, the preteen world champion, end up agreeing to a match with him?"

"Well my original opponent walked out on me, of course," the white-haired boy tilted his head. "I can't believe a person like you haven't heard about that and has to actually ask this question."

"Of course I've heard about it," the presenter laughed nervously. "You know it's my job to ask questions like this, as some of our viewers might not know."

"Of course, of course," Nathan nodded. "That's what I would say too. Anyway, I think he got an offer in some big-budget film, starting immediately. I don't blame him, honestly, I'm greedy too. And this way, I get to fight someone who's far prettier anyway."

The presenter now turned to Kenta, "We're glad to have you too, Kenta Hideki. I mean it, The White Rider just noted that you're much prettier than the original opponent, and that's gotta be good for the show. Care to tell us how you ended up here tonight?"

"Ahm, I got interested in pro spanking after some of my films, and then I heard about this opportunity. I gave Nate a call and now I'm here," Kenta felt like he should have been more of a showman, and that his answer ended up pretty dry.

"Aren't you afraid of the The White Rider?"

"Of course not," Kenta smiled. "He's no shame to lose against. I'd be more worried if I was facing someone that I'm expected to defeat."

"So you don't think you can win?"

"Why ask a question like that when we'll find out pretty soon anyway?" Kenta decided to adapt a cheeky style as well.

"That's a fair point," the presenter patted him on his head. "Let us begin the match then, with The White Rider versus Kenta Hideki!"

"Wait, he didn't choose a stage name?" the Rider interrupted. "That's no good, I have one so he should have one as well."

"Did you come up with anything?" the presenter asked Kenta.

"Not really."

"I'll choose then," Nathan was eager. "When watching his videos before I knew his name, in my mind I called him the Japanese Beauty. Let's make that his stage name for tonight!"

"You're okay with that?" the presenter asked Kenta.

"Sure, why not," the boy shrugged.

"Then let the match begin with The White Rider against the Japanese Beauty."

"Yeah," Nate shot Kenta a wicked smile. "Let's see if the Beauty can defeat the Beast. I want you Beauty! I want you on the spanking bench!"

"First we must declare calls," the presenter said. "As you know, there are four rounds. Each boy gets to pick the implement in two of them. The champion decides which two rounds he wants."

"I'll take the first and last round." the Rider declared. "I'll try to knock him off that bench in the first round. If not, I'll beat him at his own game. But if he's still riding by the fourth round, I'll choose the finisher."

"Sounds like a confident plan," the presenter commented. "That means the Japanese Beauty will pick implements in the second and third rounds. If he gets that far, of course. As a quick reminder of the rules for our new viewers, each round consists of four sets of smacks. The boy who picked the implement for the given round calls the first number and he's also the first to receive the spanks.

"At the beginning of each set either boy may raise the number of smacks, which also means that they then receive first in that set. Raising the number also awards points. If neither of the boys quit by the end of the fourth round, the match is decided based on points. Bonus points can also be awarded by the judges for taking the smacks with finesse and confidence. Now let's begin the match!"

Nate let his white robe slide off him, revealing his exquisite boyish curves. He was wearing similar panties as his opponent with the exception that they were, unsurprisingly, white. Kenta also removed his yellow robe, allowing his almost naked body to be seen, covered only by his black thong. Naturally cameras recorded both events from multiple angles.

"Hey look," Nate laughed. "We both have panties matching our hair color."

"Seems like it," Kenta smiled back.

It was time to get on the spanking benches. The way Nate mounted his own clearly showed how experienced he was. He almost immediately found a comfortable position, leaned forward and raised his butt. Kenta took a little a longer, but he had practiced in the weeks prior so he too quickly found a proper grip. The benches had straps available at the positions of the ankles, thighs, waist and wrists. They were also set up so that the boys were facing each other. They'd be able look each other in the eye while they were getting their spankings.

The spanker appointed by the Association stepped forward. At a closer look he was either 19 or 20, and combed his hair according to the latest fashion. He was definitely a twink, Kenta concluded. He wore cargo pants and a sleeveless shirt, the latter leaving no doubt that while he was no bodybuilder, he was clearly fit for the job assigned to him. Before he spoke he looked both boys in the eye, which Nate returned with an almost flirtatious glance.

"Hey, kids, I'm Tom, and I'll be spanking the two of you tonight. The champion will declare the first implement," he said with a smile.

"I choose the junior cane," Nate was quick to reply. "We'll have some traditional boy punishment to start with."

A fair choice, Kenta thought. He knew The White Rider was good with canes. On the other hand Kenta had performed a lot better with flat implements during his training, but he was confident he could handle the junior cane. Tom had one more thing to settle.

"Please declare your preference for restraints," he said. "As you know, going without restraints earns an extra point, but moving out of position or touching your bottom will award the opposing party two points for each occurrence."

"I'm riding free!" Nathan said immediately, wiggling his cheeks separated by the thin white string of fabric running deep between them.

"I'll strap in for this one," Kenta said, not wanting to risk the first round. The cane wasn't his strength.

Leather straps were quickly tightened around his ankles, thighs, waist and wrists. He was locked in and completely unable to move, safe from making any mistakes. His only concern was to endure the lashes. The spanker stood in front of the two facing benches with the delightful young boys on them – one strapped in and the other unbound, sticking his butt up like a stretching cat – and addressed the children.

"You both know the rules. I want a clean match, no verbal insults or harassment, no intentional distracting. If you feel you can't take any more you have to call it in to quit the game. Nod at each other if you agree and understand."

The kids did as they were told, both performing a small nod.

"Good luck, Beauty. Do your best," Nate whispered over to Kenta, which made the Japanese boy smile and blush.

"The first set is declared by the champion," Tom announced.

"We'll begin with six of the best," Nate clearly had his strategy already planned out.

"Six with the junior cane," Tom confirmed. "The first one to go is The White Rider."

Tom quickly fetched the junior cane and took his position behind Nate, who greeted him with a wiggle of his butt. The cane was placed on the boy's pale cheeks right across the sit spot, giving it a few gentle taps, then got pressed against it and moved back and forth, sawing against the soft skin.

"Ready?"

"Always," the confident answer made even Tom smile and shake his head a bit before raising the cane.

The first three lashes came down quick and loud, all on the lower third of the child's bottom. Two smacks followed above, one in the center and one on the upper third while the last one went the lowest, right above the crease between the cheeks and the thighs. As the spanking began it became immediately obvious why the boy was called The White Rider.

For the entire six lashes he remained in an elegant, lusty position with his butt held up high, his moans soft and gentle as he absorbed the strokes which evidently caused him nothing but bliss. Like a rider who's hair is blowing in the wind while galloping with his horse, he seemed to be at his most natural and free state as he was riding the lashes on his spanking horse. Once his part was over he licked his lips and gave his round butt another quick wiggle, which now had six rising welts across it.

Kenta was up next. He knew that the tight straps that held him in place wouldn't even allow him the body language presented by The White Rider. It was clear that this round was going to go to his opponent. Nevertheless, he kept his own goals in sight. He just needed to make it as far as possible. And actually the beautiful display of lust put on by the white-haired preteen got him very much aroused. He felt his little bulge grow, and became eager to receive his own six lashes.

"Ready?" Tom asked once he moved behind him.

"Let's go!" Kenta replied with determination.

He got a similar treatment as his opponent, three quick smacks on the sit spot and three distributed evenly. The cane delivered a strong, sharp sting but was overall a stimulating experience as his cute bare bottom was whipped in front of a camera. Indeed, knowing that the show was both being recorded and broadcast live was a huge help for the little Japanese exhibitionist.

His first few lashes in a real spanking competition weren't as hard as he initially expected. He had had worse during training, and the whole experience was actually far more stimulating than practice. The cane left his bubble butt with a pleasant tingling sensation as the stripes began to appear. With the set over he made eye contact with his white-haired rival to let him know that the challenge was on. They both shot a confident smile at each other. Tom returned to his position in the center.

"The current count is six," he said casually.

"Double," Nate said. "I'm raising to twelve."

Tom nodded with appreciation. Doubling earned the white-haired child an extra point. But nothing less was expected of a legend. Tom moved behind him and tapped the cane on his cute round butt, which now showed six clear red stripes across the cheeks. Once Nate signaled that he was ready, the lashes began raining down on his prepubescent bottom. Groups of threes came in quick succession to the same place with small breaks while Tom decided where to strike next. He ended up with six on the sit spot and a few more on the center while the top third was ignored this time.

The boy also received his first lash fully on the upper thighs, of which a small portion right under the bottom was allowed to be hit by the rules. Nate lived up to his name once again, arching his back and taking the smacks with lustful grace, even rotating his hips a bit between the sets of threes. The judges, no doubt, took note of his full control of the situation, as well as the considerable tenting of his tight panties. Once the twelve strokes were administered Tom moved over to Kenta.

"Your opponent has completed a count of twelve. Do you take it on?" he asked.

"Yeah," Kenta nodded. It was only just the beginning.

He received the twelve lashes similarly in swift groups of three. The distribution ended up slightly different, with half on the sit spot and the other half on the center. His top third was similarly ignored but he did not get a lash on the thighs. He still had no trouble taking the smacks, excited by the fact that he was being punished while being tightly held in place by the straps. He always wanted to be disciplined on a real spanking horse which his studio did not actually have. Hearing the sound of the cane at exactly the same time as he felt the pain register was extremely arousing, knowing that he was getting exactly what a bad little boy deserved on his ass.

"The current count is twelve," Tom stated.

"I hold," Nate said, which meant that he did not increase the count. His eyes locked with Kenta's and a glint of curiosity appeared in them. Just what exactly is this unknown boy capable of, he thought. Perhaps he's actually going to raise?

"I hold too," Kenta said. He was determined to play it safe, and he wasn't going to start showing off in a round with a cane.

When both children hold the count, the one who raised most recently is the one to go first, and so Tom moved behind Nate. The little wiggle of his stripy bottom as a greeting was not missing from this set either. Actually, the white-haired boy spread his legs just a tiny bit further apart as much as the platform of the bench allowed – something he knew Kenta would not be able to replicate due to the restraints.

Nobody really expected The White Rider to struggle in the first round. The twelve strokes were again divided into four groups of quick lashes but now evenly distributed across the round boy butt, with three smacks on the top third, three on the center and three on the sit spot, as well as a full three on the upper thighs. And Nate was galloping right along with all of them, bottom pushed high up and hands fully stretched in front of himself.

"Take on a count of twelve?" Tom asked once he moved over to Kenta.

"Yeah, let's go," the black-haired Japanese child replied.

This time it was slightly slower groups of four, with one dedicated to the sit spot and one divided between the center and top third. The remaining four were administered fully to the upper thighs. Kenta started to feel the heat building up and the sting of the lashes was getting stronger. This was the set in which his decision to go with restraints was confirmed to be the right one as he started to wriggle a lot more while he endured the cane repeatedly snapping into his soft bubble butt. He still enjoyed this set though, which now had the mood of a pretty serious punishment scenario to him.

He could still imagine taking this many lashes in his own studio, if he managed to convince the editor. The story would probably include him doing something really naughty. Perhaps agreeing to pole dance in a strip club while being a student at a reputable school? The idea immediately triggered his exhibitionist fetish and he decided then and there that he would shoot that film someday. The punishment for something like that would exactly be the burning sore butt that he had right now. He let out a quick sigh after the final lash landed on his ass and the fire settled down a bit. As he looked up his eyes met with those of The White Rider, who was watching him all along. For the first time that night, that pair of brown eyes with the white hair hanging in front of them made him feel a little scared.

"The count is still twelve," Tom stated as he moved back to the center. For several seconds neither of the kids said anything, though Nate was visibly observing Kenta's face.

"I still hold," the Japanese boy said eventually, to break the silence.

"I double, to twenty-four," Nate declared immediately after. Analysts would later point to this moment as the first true appearance of "The White Rider" in the game, saying that Nate was previously playing soft.

"Twenty-four with the junior cane," Tom repeated as he moved behind Nate.

"Don't hold back now," the white-haired boy teased his spanker. He knew that Tom would have to strike both of them equally hard, and he was probably trying to see if he could end the game in a single round.

Tom continued to go with delivering quick sets. He wouldn't have been allowed to go much slower, since the game could drag out too long that way. These boys had to be ready to take it. And The White Rider did not disappoint. This time groups of six were used and Tom only divided one of those between the top third and the upper thighs. The reaming eighteen lashes were equally distributed between the sit spot and the center of the champion's cute preteen butt.

Nate did not lose any of his finesse even in face of such a severe punishment. His back remained arched, hands in front of himself and head held up high as he showed everyone just how much he enjoyed the ride. He even started grinding his rock hard little tent against the bench around halfway into the punishment. The stripes and welts on his bottom began to heavily cross each other, showing an ever more chaotic image of a harsh caning on a cute boy bottom. By the time his set was over light bruising had appeared around the middle of his cheeks, and a few of his welts began turning from red to purple. Despite that he ended his streak by pushing his butt higher than ever before, showing off to everyone both his marks and his tented panties. Then he got back into a comfortable position on his bench and his attention turned to Kenta.

"Your opponent has completed a count of twenty-four. Do you take it on?" Tom asked the final question of the round.

"Yeah, of course," Kenta replied. "I at least have to try, don't I?"

In order to be able to take on this extreme set Kenta needed to imagine himself in a really sexy concept. As he looked at the beautiful white locks of the Rider the scenario quickly became clear to him. He was going to be punished for his arrogance in challenging The White Rider. To challenge the legend himself and draw his wrath. Such an atrocity must be dealt with in the strictest fashion. His butt was really going to feel it this time. But it was truly justified, because he was a really bad little boy. You don't go around challenging living legends now do you?

And of course the Rider was going to personally watch his punishment, right in front of him. Such a pretty face, such a cute little boy, ordering his punishment, the spanking of his bare bottom while only wearing a thin string to package up his boy stuff as the cameras recorded every detail, every rising welt, every twist of his hips and bubble butt and every one of his moans. This is truly what he deserved for such arrogance.

In just a few seconds Kenta got so horny that he almost came on the spot. Luckily his punishment started soon enough and the cane lit his ass on fire. He couldn't even keep track of what part of his butt was being smacked at a time as both of his cheeks became engulfed in a sharp searing pain. But it was what he deserved for crossing the white-haired cutie looking at him from across the other side. He embraced every lash on his gorgeous butt and internalized it as if he was giving it all to himself. He wanted to feel the pain, he wanted to be punished. This is exactly what should happen to him, and his butt.

Eventually, with a ton of help from the straps tightly keeping him in place he managed to get through all twenty-four lashes. In the end it wasn't even that bad, once the immediate fire settled, the afterglow was actually quite pleasant. He felt like a well and truly punished little boy, which made him feel really good about himself. He even arched his back as much as the restraints allowed to show off his final marks of the round. His cute little bubble butt was fully covered with crisscrossing welts, most of which had clearly risen and with noticeable swelling especially around the center. He was also visibly more bruised than the Rider, but of the two boys he actually seemed to be the happier one.

"The first round is over," Tom declared as he got back to the center. "The White Rider is in the lead with five points versus none for the Japanese Beauty. The White Rider gained a point for not using restraints, two points for raising count, and two points were awarded by the judges for his performance. The Japanese Beauty received no points this round, but may continue the game."

"Well done," Nate said as Kenta's restraints were being undone. "I was a bit worried this match would end too soon, but you can hold your own on the spanking bench."

"Thanks," Kenta grinned. "And you're truly a legend."

"Nya, thank you," Nate replied. Again, that weird mimicking of a cat, Kenta thought. Just after taking such a hard caning too. He truly was an unusual child.

One of the presenters commented to the viewers, "The White Rider opened with a particularly heavy round, but the Japanese Beauty is still on the bench." Then turning to his colleague, he asked, "What strategy do you think the Rider is going to go with from now on?"

"It's difficult to say, because he's facing an unknown opponent. He might be a serious new player who's good at taking bursts, but it's entirely possible he's nearly at his limit and will call it in even in a mild second round."

"I guess there's only one way to find out," the first presenter concluded.

As per the rules, in the second round the boys' genitals are revealed while they still keep their panties on. The appointed spanker went behind each child, taking hold of the band of their panties at the side of their little bulge and gently lifting it to allow the small package to emerge as he pulled the band over to one side. With their cock and balls now completely in the open and visible to the cameras both kids were significantly more exposed, although both of them showed off confident erections. Kenta, however, got an especially large morale boost out of this, as he was a huge fan of gradually showing more and more of himself.

"The challenger will declare the second implement," Tom stated once he was done with revealing the boys' private parts to the cameras and the audience.

"I choose the leather strap," Kenta replied swiftly. It was his favorite implement during training, plus he had good memories with it from his last film.

"Please declare preference for restraints," Tom continued.

"Riding free," Nate was quick to reply.

"This time I'm also going free," Kenta added. He felt confident with his implement of choice.

"What count will you start with?"

"Three lashes," said Kenta. He did not want to play as aggressively as the Rider did in the first round.

The strap was quickly fetched and placed across the young boy's exposed and welted bottom. It was much wider than the cane and covered two thirds of the child's butt even as it rested on the round cheeks.

"Three with the leather strap," Tom repeated. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

The three smacks were quickly delivered, all to the lower two thirds of the boy's ass. The strap had an entirely different sound than the cane, and a different kind of sting too. But Kenta found that the first round warmed him up pretty well, and, especially with his cock out in the open, it ended up being a very stimulating set of three spanks.

As Tom approached Nate the little boy again greeted him with a smile, raising his butt for punishment. The strap landed hard on his cute ass all three times, but it caused him no trouble. Tom then began to make his way back to the center.

"I double, to six," Nate said before Tom could even return to his position.

A quick glance over at Kenta confirmed he had no objections.

"Alright, Rider," Tom laughed as he retraced his steps. "Six with the leather strap."

The strap wrapped itself beautifully around the bubble butt of the white-haired little preteen boy as the heavy lashes of the leather smacked into his skin. It seemed the Rider didn't want to play with such low numbers, which was reinforced by his rock hard cock, now completely exposed to the cameras, as he received the strokes.

Kenta declared to hold, and he was administered a similar set of six lashes. The sting of the leather felt good as the strap conformed to the shape of his cheeks. It was a very pleasant change from the cane for sure. In this set Kenta also raised his hips and arched his back as his favorite implement was now the star of the show. The final smack left him tingling all over, and actually wanting more.

Nate also seemed to be eager, as he was the first to speak once Tom returned to his place. "I'm raising the count, to eight," he declared.

"I'll raise the count to ten," Kenta countered. He felt confident with the strap. A hint of excitement glistened in the eyes of The White Rider as he looked back at him.

"Nate?" Tom asked the other boy.

"I'll hold for now," he said casually.

Tom moved behind Kenta and placed the strap across the child's bare bottom. He decided to divide the ten lashes into two groups, five going to the upper two thirds and the other five on the sit spot and the upper thighs. Kenta did not misread is own lust, the stinging smacks along with the loud crashing sounds were a joy to experience. He felt his whole bottom being lit on fire at once, as opposed to one stripe at a time. Combined with the knowledge of his exposed erection, he had his most exhilarating set in the game so far. As the lashes landed on his cheeks he moved his hips side to side, causing his little cock to be dragged along for the ride, rubbing against the bench with a most pleasurable friction. The shifting of the little boy cock no doubt gave the audience a thrill as well.

Nate was up, and the ten lashes landed on the white-haired boy's ass just as well as on the Japanese Beauty's. He of course performed excellently, bottom held up as he stayed perfectly in position. While he took the smacks flawlessly, he seemed somewhat less enthusiastic about it than with the cane. It appeared the two boys had different tastes when it came to implements.

"I raise count, to twelve," Nate declared regardless. It seemed like he was not willing to let a set go without a count up. Kenta considered fighting him again, but he was sure he could take another twelve, while he did not want to risk a betting fight with The White Rider. This way, he was practically guaranteed to to have a go at the third round too.

This time the lashes were delivered at a steady, even pace, alternating between smacking the sit spot along with the upper thighs and the center with the top third. The sound of the leather smacking against boy bottom filled the room for several seconds, but they were only accompanied by soft boyish moans of pleasure from the Rider. While at the end of the previous round his scarlet welts stood out against his white skin, now both his cheeks were fully covered with a shade of dark red. The strap also left him with many new purplish patterns of bruising where the edge of the leather made its impact on his round flesh.

Kenta was up next, and he prepared for the final set of the round with a quick shake of his bottom. His welts from the previous caning had already darkened visibly, and the next twelve lashes of the strap weren't going to help that. His exposed cock was still hard though and his back arched, bottom waiting for his favorite implement to deliver its satisfying sting. The black-haired boy's share ended up slightly different, with three smacks on the top third of his butt and the other nine spread along the sit spot and the center. His upper thighs received little attention this set.

The child remained in good spirits during his punishment, enjoying the sound and pain of the smacks. While he did not outright grind himself like the Rider in the previous finale, it would be hard to deny that many of his hip movements were aimed to elicit a response from his little boner shifting against the padded bench. After the final lash, he was left with a comforting warm feeling on his butt, which was now visibly swollen along the sit spot as well. His dark welts had gained many new companions in the form of deep purple bruises around the edge on an otherwise vivid red color covering the majority of his rounded boyish cheeks.

"The second round is over," Tom declared. "The White Rider is in the lead with nine points versus three for the Japanese Beauty. Both children got a point for going without restraints. The Rider raised twice while the Beauty raised once. Bonus points for performance are equal this round, one for each boy."

A short pause followed in which the boys were allowed to get off the benches. Kenta reached back to feel out his welts, and was surprised by how warm his ass had gotten during the spanking. It was almost hot to the touch, and he could feel the thick ridges as he ran his fingers along the cane marks. The sensation was extremely arousing, knowing just how much of a properly punished little boy he was.

The Rider used the time to drink a bit of water, then he also reached back to give his hot ass a firm squeeze. Then he looked down at his smooth hard cock and gave it a quick bounce with the tip of his pointer finger. As he listened to the presenters summarizing the second round, he began absent-mindedly playing with the end of his foreskin. For a moment Kenta though he was actually going to start masturbating, but he simply kept casually fiddling with his boyhood. Kenta felt the tension rising in himself at the sight so he put a hand around his own cock – it looked as if he was trying to cover it but he really was just applying a bit of pressure. The Rider was extremely cute with his white hair and red ass!

When the presenters had finished their summary of the second round to the audience it was time to get back on the spanking horse. The rules stated though that by the third round the boys had to entirely remove their panties, leaving them completely naked as they mounted the punishment benches. The Rider assumed his usual position with legs spread as much as he could and hips pushed up high. Without the tight string between his cheeks though this position now gave a good view of his anus to the cameras. Kenta also did his best to take a position that revealed as much of him as possible, getting ever more excited by his full nudity.

"I'm glad we made it into the third round," Nate whispered over to him. "Riding completely free is the best part," he added with a wink.

"Nice to know you're not shy either," Kenta grinned.

"The challenger declares the implement and the count," Tom stated as he arrived at his usual position in front of the two benches.

"Paddle with holes, three smacks," Kenta said. Another flat implement should give him a reasonable chance for this round.

"Anyone want restraints?" Tom asked.

"No way," came the quick reply from The White Rider.

"No," Kenta joined in. The fact that he could choose a flat implement made him more confident.

The paddle was quickly fetched and placed on the child's blazing bottom, across his cheeks. The boy was taken aback by how cold the wood felt against his burning butt – though he knew it wasn't about to cool him down. The three smacks were quick and hard, delivered at the lowest part of his butt just above the thighs. The smaller number of smacks made it easy to endure the set, but the paddle was clearly a level above the strap. It hit a lot harder and delivered a lot more sting. The holes likely played a part in that.

Nate also got the paddle applied to his naked ass, three hard lashes snapped right into his already bruised sit spots. Just like last round though, he immediately doubled to six and continued with the remaining spanks straight on. During the six more echoing smacks on his butt his moans became more pronounced and he had more motion in his waist. His cock remained rock hard and often brushed against the bench. All in all he seemed to be enjoying it more than the strap – perhaps because the paddle was actually more painful?

The count of six continued over to Kenta's side, and the paddle was once again held against the boy's hot ass. The smacks were hard and painful, administered mostly to the center and the sit spot. Kenta held his arms out in front of himself and pressed his forehead against the bench while arching his back, firmly putting himself in the position of the punished little boy. The sting was building up but it was still that of a flat implement, something the black-haired little boy was pretty good with.

"The current count is six," Tom declared, waiting for input from the kids. He did not have to wait long.

"I raise count to eight," Nate announced with a smile. Kenta did not contest it. Frankly, he was surprised he even made it this far into the game.

The White Rider was only seeming to gain momentum though. The eight hard lashes were divided into groups of four, each targeting one half the height of his punished bubble butt. He moaned loudly and rocked his hips back and forth as the wood battered his behind, but none of it looked like he was struggling. Quite the contrary, it felt like he was getting close to a prepubescent orgasm.

Kenta decided to hold and the paddle was placed on his ass once more. It soon rained fire on his cheeks, delivering an intense pain that seemed to increase much faster than the numerical count of the smacks. Around halfway in the sting became so intense that Kenta could no longer keep his butt pushed up and had to lower his hips to rest on the bench. He also pulled his legs a tiny bit closer, as much as the bench allowed, and held on tight with his hands. It was an intoxicatingly painful set which truly brought all of his attention on his own bottom. At the same time he felt his limit slowly approaching.

Then something unexpected happened. Tom did not immediately return to his place in the center, but first put the paddle down on a little stool next to Kenta's bench, then quickly fetched a new identical paddle. Why would he do that, the boy wondered, but it all became obvious once he looked at the tool used to whip his ass. It had small patches of red on it, evidently blood from his punishment. That meant his bottom had started to bleed, which meant he had broken through a new barrier, and expanded his limit. Whatever hardness his cock lost during the last set was now fully returned, as the child was excited and determined to get the punishment of his lifetime.

The bloodied paddle did not go unnoticed by The White Rider either, but it clearly wasn't the first time he saw something like that. He shot a curious glance over at Kenta, but was surprised to get a wide grin in return.

"The current count is eight," Tom didn't seem to be shocked either.

"I raise count to ten," Nate said casually. It seemed he was content with just raking in points. Kenta didn't contest as he knew he couldn't out-bid him, but he didn't want to end the match yet either. The Rider was so far ahead in points that it was impossible to catch up to him at this point, but making it into the fourth round would be enormous glory in itself.

The Rider was the first to receive the ten smacks. Tom decided to make it simple this time and delivered all of them on the young preteen's sit spot. A flurry of lashes at the height of the anus was a proper way to finish off the boy's punishment. Nate seemed to grab on more tightly than last time and his moans began to include just a hint of a few grunts. Overall though, he took the beating very well, remaining in proper position all along, and not losing his hard-on. The paddle clearly left its mark on his ass, creating a typical ring of bruise around the center of the cheeks, as well as the edges of the holes having raised some of their own small welts. And when his paddle was placed next to his bench, the other boy noticed a tiny spot of red on it.

Kenta expected to survive the final set on pure lust alone. Tom switched to his paddle and used the exact same strategy that he applied to Nate's bottom – all smacks straight and hard on the sit spot. The little boy really wished he was strapped in at this point, as the burning pain on his bubble butt seared to completely new heights. He gripped on as hard as he could, and maneuvered his hips trying to get the paddle to hit different parts. Along with the increasingly sharp sting he could also feel the implement getting a bit more sticky. In the end he managed to get through the ten lashes, but was left laying exhausted on the bench, panting from the intense ride.

He couldn't wait for the paddle to be placed on the stool, in his field of view. And what he saw did not disappoint him. The flat of the implement was covered in patches of red, some parts darker and some less so as the wood absorbed a bit of the blood. It was clear that he was being punished like never before!

"The third round is over," Tom once again declared. "The White Rider is in the lead with fourteen points versus four for the Japanese Beauty. Points are given to both boys for going without restraints, but The White Rider raised count three times while the Japanese Beauty did not raise count this round. Only a single performance point was awarded this time, to The White Rider."

A small break followed, but not long enough for the boys to get off the bench. The presenters summarized the latest round, expressing surprise and admiration over the endurance of the Japanese Beauty, while at the same time concluding that without the extremely unlikely case of knocking out The White Rider, the Beauty no longer had a mathematical chance to win. Despite that, he had already made it further than more than a few actual professionals.

The rules of the competition stated that by the final round, the now naked boys must be equipped with butt-plugs. This was a problem to some of the fresh pro contenders, but it presented no challenge whatsoever to Kenta, who was actually far more experienced at being penetrated than even The White Rider. Tom fetched the two plugs – which weren't particularly deep – as he was responsible for inserting them into the anuses of the children.

He went to Nate first, and as customary gave his butthole a short massage with the tip of his finger to help him relax, then slowly inserted the plug into the white-haired boy's anus, which secured itself in a stable position once it slipped in. The outer part was designed to be short in height but wide along the crease, so that it's safe but wouldn't interfere with the punishment. Kenta needed no such help, and turned out to be the easiest case of butt-plug insertion that Tom had ever had to perform. The cameras of course captured every little detail of both events.

"Final round. Who's going with restraints?" Tom asked.

"I'm strapping in," Nate surprised everyone. If he was going to need those, what could he have in store?

"Me too," Kenta joined in. He wanted to get through at least one set in the final round.

Straps were quickly tightened around the children's ankles, thighs, waist and wrists to keep them firmly in place.

"This time the defending champion will declare the implement and starting count," Tom said, looking at Nate.

"We're starting with three lashes," the boy replied, "and with the soaked dragon cane."

Kenta gulped. A few moments of silence set in, but then Tom quickly confirmed it.

"Three with the soaked dragon cane. The White Rider begins," he said.

"Time to knock you off that bench, Beauty," Nate whispered with a wicked grin as the implement was being fetched.

Tom moved behind Nate and tapped the wet cane on the boy's plugged and already heavily marked bottom. Then the punishment began, and each third of his round ass received a fearsome lash with the soaked, heavy cane. This time the white-haired boy closed his eyes and did not show any particular sign of either struggle or enjoyment. Even on top of all the existing marks the new welts were noticeable, and the tip of the cane picked up just a few tiny drops of blood.

"Three lashes with the soaked dragon cane. Do you hold?" Tom asked.

Kenta hesitated for a while, but eventually concluded that he didn't want to give up without trying. "I'll hold," he said. The White Rider was watching him closely.

Kenta felt the new cane placed across his butt. It was a lot heavier than the previous one, and was cold from the water it was soaked in, which in itself was a sharp sensation on his hot welts and bruises. He knew that in order to get through this he needed to place it in an enticing context. As his eyes met with those of the Rider, he realized, what better way than the same thing that worked last time. If he actually goes the distance, it might damage Nate's reputation, even if he wins. That would be pretty mean, which makes him a really bad little boy for trying something like that. So because of that, he needs the harshest, most brutal punishment imaginable. Because what he's trying to do could potentially put Nate in a bad position, he simply has to take those cane lashes on his ass as punishment. It's only fair.

And so the cane lashes came, three hard smacks just like for Nate. The sting of this cane was something mighty, he never felt pain like this on his ass before. But as he imagined each and every smack to be from Nate himself, he felt that this is exactly what should be happening. He yelped loudly with each lash and wriggled against his restraints as hard as he could. But he was kept in place by the tight straps and the set was eventually over, though for several seconds the boy still felt like as if a cane was being held against his burning bottom. As the implement was put down next to him, he could see that the end of the cane had decent patches of blood on it.

"The current count is three," Tom said calmly.

"I raise count to four," Nate declared. It seemed that even with the soaked dragon cane hewas going to keep raising every round. He truly is worthy to be called a legend.

The four lashes were distributed equally on the available area, one for each third and the last one on his upper thighs. Each powerful smack filled the room with its sound, and water sprinkled off the implement with each impact. The Rider was a bit more relaxed this time, letting out soft moans and groans, and it was no secret to the cameras that his little boyhood was still hard. The cane did leave a mark on his bottom though, as did his bottom on the tip of the cane, giving it more small spots of bloody red.

Kenta was up next again, and the cane tapped against his round ass – and it definitely felt sticky. He received two lashes on the sit spot, one on the center and one on the upper thighs, each delivering searing pain to his flesh. His strategy worked though, he simply couldn't resist the idea of all this intense sting and punishment coming from such a cute white-haired boy. With the help of the restraints he completed the set, which left his butt in the middle of a fiery inferno.

He only noticed how sweaty he was actually getting once the cane was put down next to him, the tip of which was practically soaked in blood. He could feel a drop of sweat trickling down on one of his cheeks, but he never remembered sweat being so warm – about the same temperature as his skin.

"The current count is four," Tom stated.

"I raise it to five," came the almost expected reply from The White Rider.

The heavy cane was held against the white boy's ass and his punishment began. Both his sit spot and the center received two of the fearsome lashes, with the last administered to the top third. The Rider now let his voice out after each smack, but it was still hard to determine what tone it was exactly. The straps also restricted much of his body language, so the only thing that could be concluded with certainty is that he absorbed the lashes perfectly.

His cane was also catching up with his opponent's, the tip becoming ever more covered with a thin layer of blood. The smacks also resulted in a small, shallow cut on one of his cheeks, causing a drop of blood to slowly trickle down towards his thigh.

"Five with the soaked dragon cane," Tom summarized. "Do you hold?"

"I'll hold," answered Kenta. If he had come this far he might as well continue.

He shifted his hips a bit as the wet, sticky cane rested on his cheeks. Then the lashes followed. He received two on the center, and one on the upper third, sit spot and upper thighs each. While the stinging pain was beyond anything he had previously endured, he had to admit that the echoing sound of the wet cane was something mighty arousing. His ass was getting a serious, no-nonsense whipping that only true bad little boys would get. With the help of the restraints, a good number of yelps and and plenty of help from his arousal, he got through this set as well, putting him only one set away from the end of the game.

"Final turn," Tom said with emphasis. "The current count is five."

"I raise count to eight," Nate said, looking straight at Kenta. "Let's see how that goes."

"Do you want to raise?" Tom turned to the black-haired boy.

"No, that's gonna be fine," he laughed. At this point the Rider was in complete control of the game, and whatever he said was going to happen. His only goal was to keep up.

The white boy received his final set in groups of two, alternating between the center and his sit spot just in line with his plugged anus. The lashes were ferocious, and the Rider moaned loudly with each one of them in his high-pitched boyish voice. For the first time it was clearly visible that it was the restraints that kept him in place. With the end of the set the thick welts of the dragon cane contrasted sharply even against the marks of all three previous rounds, each of them considerably swollen and a dark purple color. The final session of smacks also made a second cut on his butt near the first one, resulting in two narrow stains of blood left by the tiny descending drops. With this the game was over for him, and it was purely up to Kenta what kind of victory the Rider was going to register.

"Eight lashes of the soaked dragon cane," Tom announced. "Will you hold?"

Eight sounded like an absurd number to Kenta at first, but then he realized he had already completed more than that many, even if not in one set. The sudden disproportionate raise was clearly an attempt at a knock-out, which paradoxically made Kenta even more excited – The White Rider was trying to overpower him with pain. He wanted his ass to sting as much is it possibly could. How could a bad little boy like him refuse such a rightly determined punishment?

"I'll hold," he declared.

Tom moved behind him, and placed the heavy, sticky cane across his bottom. The black-haired boy gripped the bench hard, and actually arched his back just a bit. This was the final set, and then he would truly have been punished! He did not have to wait long for the lashes to come. Just like with his opponent, he received four on the center and four on the sit spot, in alternating groups of two. The fire that was lit on his ass was unprecedented. If it had actually been administered any slower he would have probably quit. Struggling against the straps that held him tightly in place as much as he could while letting out the full volume of his prepubescent voice, he was a gorgeous sight for anyone looking to see a boy being pushed beyond his absolute limit.

But he managed, and he got through it. He was all shiny from sweat and could feel many drops trickle down his cheeks, some of which he was certain were actually drops of blood. This suspicion was only reinforced by the sight of the cane as it was put down next to him, the tip absolutely soaked in red. The dragon cane left his butt in a state of complete blazing fire, and with a sting that lasted minutes after the final lash. The restraints of the children were then quickly undone, and Tom gently removed the butt-plugs from each boy's anus.

"Both boys made it to the end of the game, and as such the winner is determined by points," Tom declared. "This round The White Rider gained three points for raising, while the Japanese Beauty gained none. No performance points were awarded. The final score is seventeen points for The White Rider against four points for the Japanese Beauty. The winner is The White Rider!"

"You did well," Nate smiled as he got off the bench. "I respect a good fighter."

"Whaa, it was a lot more than what I expected," Kenta admitted, brushing his wet hair away from his eyes. "But I'm really glad I had the chance to be here."

"Photos are coming up," Nate signaled towards the benches with his head.

He assumed the position for the end-of-game pictures, standing on his feet with legs wide apart, hands on the middle, higher part of the bench and of course, bent forward, bottom sticking out. Kenta followed the example, and the crew took several dozen shots of the final brutal markings on the two children's butts. Both of them had heavy bruising with thick, swollen welts crisscrossing across the cheeks. The Rider had two tiny streaks of blood trickling down, while Kenta fared worse, with larger bloody areas around his sit spot and center, and at least three or four tiny streaks heading towards his inner thighs. The sight was two gorgeous, heavily punished little boys, apparently very much enjoying their kinky marks.

After the first few shots Nate actually decided to put an arm around Kenta's shoulder and give him a kiss on the cheek, a shot of which later became a poster inspiring many other boys to enter the pro spanking scene. Kenta laughed at the gesture, and Nate simply responded with his signature "Nya". Once the shots were over, Nate's eyes got locked for a second on the gorgeous swollen bubble butt of his opponent.

"Can I?" he asked.

"Sure," Kenta smiled.

The white-haired boy reached down, then gave the bruised cheek a firm squeeze, eliciting a moan from the owner, then actually a firm smack resulting in a quick yelp.

"Look," he showed his palm, laughing at how it now had blood smeared on it. "And on your bench too, just behind where your butt was."

Indeed, small drops of blood could be seen on the bench as well, likely a result of the final round. Kenta used the opportunity of Nate looking at the bench to return the smack he got earlier, intentionally striking the cheek that was bleeding. The white-haired boy was caught by surprise, and they both shared a laugh. One of the presenters came over to them with a microphone, turning to Nate first.

"Nathan, congratulations, you were victorious tonight. How do you feel?"

"Pretty good," the little boy replied. "I was actually made to work for it, which I much prefer to an easy victory. I had a blast, all in all."

"And you, Kenta, while you lost tonight, you fought an epic battle. Do you actually feel like a loser?"

"Well The White Rider gave me quite a thrashing," Kenta laughed. "Take a look at my butt if you don't believe. So I yeah, I fully admit my defeat, but I am proud to have gotten as far as I did."

"For my part, I think it's clear that a new serious contender has appeared. I'm sure other professionals will take interest in you very quickly," the presenter said. "But I think the two of you have one more special announcement for tonight."

"Oh yeah," Kenta replied. "When agreeing on a match with Nate, which is his area of expertise, we decided that afterwards we're going to do a bit of what is my area of expertise. We decided to keep it a surprise, that I'm going to ride The White Rider!"

"Small correction," Nate interrupted. "I originally thought I'd be able to lie on my back for him to ride me, but I don't think that'll work after all. So instead, I think it's gonna be The White Rider mounting the Japanese Beauty. It's still gonna be awesome, I promise," he added with a grin.

The crew brought a large round bed into the studio and many of the cameras were repositioned to be around it. Before the action though, the spanked children needed a bit of attention and care after their punishment. Both of them came over to the bed and lay close to the edge with their legs spread wide. Soft white pieces of cloths were used to wipe the blood from their bruised, swollen butts and from their thighs where it had trickled down.

The gentle caressing of the welted bubbly cheeks reinforced both prepubescent hard-ons, which the cameras zoomed in on and captured in detail. The cloths soaked up the blood well, turning red in color but cleaning up the spanked bottoms nicely. After that a healing ointment was applied to the swollen skin, which itself stung a little but was quickly followed by a bag of ice, each covering the entire ass of a child.

"Whoah, cold!" Kenta exclaimed.

"Not yet used to it?" Nate smiled.

"No, it's my first time."

"It makes it a lot better, believe me," Nate reassured him.

The sensation was not unpleasant though. The continuing cooling feel kept Kenta's kinky attention on his butt, enjoying the thought that basically the whole studio was concerned with their asses. Even though that had been the case ever since the match started. The bags of ice stayed on for about fifteen minutes before the crew came to retrieve them, which coincided with an advertising break on the broadcast. The redness of their bottoms came down a little, but the bruising did not become any lighter.

"Ready for the ride?" Nate asked softly.

"I can't wait to have you inside me," he whispered with a mischievous smile.

The two boys moved to the center of the bed, and Kenta positioned himself on all fours, raising his hips and letting his hard cock hang in the air. Nate reached between his thighs and lifted the hanging boy-cock, giving it a kiss on the foreskin-covered tip. Then, on his knees he got closer, and began by massaging Kenta's shoulders and back, eliciting cute boyish moans from the preteen. His hands ventured back and under to feel out his chest and nipples, then moved to his belly and came back up again along his waist to his lower back.

From there his hands moved down to the swollen punished cheeks, spreading and squeezing them, and giving them a firm massage in general, enjoying the not-so soft but ever more blissful moans that this specific kind of stimulation got out of the other preteen. He then moved his hands down along the thighs and soon they were in a position to support his upper body leaning forward, and giving the other boy's balls a kiss. His mouth than moved forward and soon a kiss landed on the boy-model's anus as well.

It seemed The White Rider knew quite well how to be sensual, but it was now time for him to begin the ride itself. He reached for his smooth cock and placed the tip right on top of the other boy's anus. First he moved his hips to essentially massage the butthole with his cock, then spread the bruised cheeks a bit with his hands and using a little more pressure slipped inside the black-haired boy's ass. The response was a soft and satisfied moan with the high-pitched voice of a preteen.

The rider started with a slow rhythm, but quickly found that he could go much faster due to the other boy's experience. Seeing his own smooth preteen cock slide in and out between two such heavily bruised and welted cheeks was insanely arousing, not to mention the sensation itself. Kenta was beyond himself in pleasure. He could still feel the tingling on his butt from the punishment he got as the bad little boy he liked to think of himself as, and on top of that he was being penetrated by a legend of the spanking scene, who's cock, incidentally, fit perfectly into his hole creating a wondrous filled-up experience as his butt was being pounded during the ride.

Nate's hands gripped his waist firmly as the rhythm increased, and the cameras captured both cute red butts in action, the one that was being filled up and the one that was shaking delightfully as the boy's front was penetrating the other kid. While fucking Kenta, at one point Nate reached back to give his own anus a short massage, arching his back in the process. Once done, the freed up hand was used to give the black-haired boy's bruised butt several firm spanks on the side, as he continued to move back and forth inside him.

Little boys aren't known for their good self-control though, and Nate soon got over the edge, experiencing an explosive orgasm inside the the other boy's ass. He did have the conscience though to quickly grab his companion's cock and drag him along to the world of bliss with him. While the cameras would have loved to capture cum shooting everywhere, ultimately everyone realized that this event was about children, and their cute dry orgasms were the stars of the show.

The little preteens collapsed next to each other, sharing a kiss and embracing each other in a hug after a few gentle sweeps across each other's waist.

"You remember at the beginning when you said we'll see if the Beauty can defeat the Beast?" Kenta asked softly.

"Yeah, I think I said that," Nate nodded.

"I think the Beauty ended up falling in love with Beast, just like in the story," Kenta replied.

Nate blushed, and firmly embraced the Japanese little boy.

"Hey," he whispered eventually. "Wanna sleep over with me tonight? I think it'd be a ton of fun."

Kenta closed his eyes and kissed his new lover as a reply.

The End