The game was fast and fierce. The players quickly covered the map, looking for animated weapons and built in cover. At the same time, they were shooting constantly, trying to hit anyone on the opposing team.
However, what was even more furious was the chatter. The players shouted insults and instructions through their microphones and into the headphones of their opponents.
“You #$%# CAMPER! START PLAYING THE GAME!”
“PUSSY! I #$% YOUR MOM!”
“ABSHLEY54s hacking!”
“No I’m not. GIT GUUUUUDD!”
The game wore on. One player slowly began to moving up the ranks, taking out opponent after opponent. He went by the name Olliemaus3000, and his character was a large, buff man wielding a gigantic machine gun. His profile gave a description of himself that closely matched this character, even detailing workout routines and diet plans to intimidate his opponents.
Though few of the other players knew it, this couldn’t have been further to the truth. Anyone with a discerning eye and enough knowledge could probably tell the workout routine and diet plan was made up, as it was based mainly off of cartoons and a lot of it didn’t really work in real life. The author didn’t seem to realize that fire bending wasn’t a real martial art and that protein shakes weren’t the ones made with ice cream. However, only a few of his closer friends new of his real identity.
That identity, of course, was of Ollie, a small, white haired and green eyed boy who, despite being of an age most went to college, still played with stuffed animals in his spare time, and despite his ‘tough guy’ façade online, probably would have been too afraid to go to a gym. With the lifestyle he lead, he had learned to avoid anyone who looked like he might be able to give a hard spanking, and gyms were full of those kinds of people. Rather than coming from his own actual personality, his ability in games came from the fact he essentially had everything taken care of at home and could spend a lot of time playing them. Also, for reasons few knew, he never seemed to need bathroom breaks. He had built up a decent reputation in these games because of it.
However, his reputation was about to drastically, drastically change.
He was moving his character up a ramp to high ground, which he hoped to use to his advantage.
“Hey noobs! What are you doing? Cover me so I can get here? LEARN TO PLAY.”
He wasn’t great at the insults, but he tried his best.
His character was moments from reaching the top when he got gunned down.
“#@!$” he said, loudly.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” a loud female voice said.
All the other’s heared after that was “Oh $#!%… “ followed by an “eep” as if the person speaking had tried to silence himself. What they didn’t hear were the loud footsteps marching toward Ollie.
Ollie’s voice was back on the channel. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean No… I’m sorry mommy!” I promise I won’t do it gain!”
At this point all other chatter had stopped as people tried to hear what was going on.
“HEY! NO PLEASE NO! IT’S THE MIDDLE OF A GAME! PLEASE LATTER! NO! OW!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NOT THAT! NO I’m SORRY! AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”
The other players heard the loud ‘thump’ of headphones being thrown against the ground, then then light, quick patter of small footsteps followed by the clamping of much larger ones, as if there was a mouse being chased by a person.
All playing had stopped.
“What is going on?” someone asked.
PATPATPATPATPATPAPTAPTPA THUMP CRRRASSSHHH… There was more running, followed by the crashing noises and loud bumps and the sound of something shattering. “YOU”LL PAY FOR THAT VASE OLLIE!” A door swung open, then was slammed quickly, and there was more screaming. “I GOT YOU… HEY! NO BITING YOU LITTLE BRAT!” a loud voice shouted.
Someone else spoke up in a confident voice. “Well… Ollie lives as a sub to someone else… I think he pissed them off.” It was one of the regulars who knew Ollie.
“A submissive? Really? THAT guy?”
“GET BACK HERE NOW!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” There were more footsteps.
“Yes, he talks about it sometimes.”
“Whats that mean?”
“Well basically he is taken care of and has everything paid for by someone else, but he does what they say.”
“Sounds like a sweet deal.”
“OH GOD PLEASE OH GOD NO NOT THAT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! OW OW OW!”
“On second thought, maybe not that sweet a deal.”
“It’s an acquired taste apparently. He does get a lot of video games though.”
“I thought he said he was some kind of professional fighter or a weight lifter or something.”
“AAAAAAA WAHH NO PLEASE AAAAAAAAA!”
“… I don’t think so.”
The screaming had turned high pitched and panicked as the footsteps ran up a flight of stairs, then crashed down them.
THMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP SLAM “OW! OOOOOO…. NO”
“OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OK? Did you hurt yourself in the fall? Poor baby…” the louder voice asked worriedly.
“Yes mommy, I’m ok.”
“Good. Then come on.”
“No… uh ohh…”
There was a pause.
“OW! MY EAR! HEY! THOSE ARNN”T HANDLES!”
“HEY! PLEASE I”LL COME! JUST CAUSE THEY”RE BIG DOESN”T MEAN THEY”RE FOR GRABBING! OW I SAID I”D COME!”
“WHERE ARE WE GO… NO PLEASE MOMMY!” NOT IN HERE! THEY WILL HEAR EVERYTHING!”
The sound of the shouting had gotten much closer and now appeared to be in the same room as the microphone.
“Good. Then maybe you’ll learn your lesson better,” came the reply.
“No please let me keep them on… please not bare… not like AH!”
There was a moment of shuffling noise.
SMACK!
All the other players, not intently listening, jumped at the noise.
SMACK! The second was followed by a loud “OW!”
The sounds continued to pick up.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! “OW OW OW OW!”
“Is he…”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“I think he is.”
“OW OW OW OW!”
The confident voice spoke again. “Oh yeah. He’s getting spanked.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK “OW OW OW OW I’m SORRRRRRRRY!”
The game still sat unmoving as all players listened intently.
“NO… NO NOT THAT! THAT’S SO GRROO MMPPHHHBRAB”
“Well I’m not going to let your mouth get that dirty without cleaning it, am I?
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!
The spanking had continued, getting faster and faster as Ollie’s voice turned from calling out to whimpering and cries.
“Now are you going to behave yourself?” “MHMMM” came a sad voice.
“Good.”
“BLAHH PITU PITU!” it sounded like Ollie was spitting.
“Aheh… Aheheh… WAAAHH!! I’m SORRY MOMMY!” The sounds of the punishment were replaced with Ollie’s crying. It went on a minute with few other noises save a small patting sound.
“There there little guy, its ok,” the female voice said. It began to hum and sing “Mockingbird” soothingly.
“Awww that’s sooo… so precious!”
“Poor little guy, he sure has it rough.”
“Yes. Funny he tried to seem so tough.”
The crying soon became sniffling, then stopped. There was a paused for a few moments, during which the players waited, wondering whether they were going to come back.
Eventually Ollie’s voice was on the microphone again.
“Did… how much did you guys here of that?”
“All of it Ollie, all of it.” The confident voice said.
“Yes. Your “Mommy” seems nice,” one said, followed by some laughter.
The strict feminine voice came on through Ollie’s microphone. “Hello everyone. If you wouldn’t mind waiting a moment, little Ollie here has something to say.”
“Noooo! Please don’t make me mommy,” Ollie complained.
“Do it!”
“But… but I don’t wannnna! They are all my friends! It’ll be embarrassing!”
“Do it.”
“But its soooo MEAN!” he whined. “I have to look tough in these games! It won’t work after.”
“Ollie, I’m going to count to three.”
“I can’t count that high. I’m a baby."
“Are you lying again? Should I get the soap?”
“NO! SORRY!"
“Onnneee!”
Silence.
“Twooooo…”
Silences.
“Two and a half”
The sound of someone fidgeting from foot to foot, then more silence.
“Two and three quarters.”
Silence.
“THr”
“AAA! OK OK don’t be mean I’ll do it yeesh.”
“So you’ll do it?”
“…Yes.”
“Yes what?
“Please not here…”
“Yes WHAT!?”
“… Yes mommy…”
More laughter, and a few awws.
“Hi…hi everyone.”
“HIII OLLIE!” They answered almost in unison, then laughed.
Ollie took a deep breath then continued.
