It was late into the evening as Izuku Midoriya gave a tired yawn. His quest for the legendary sword, One For All, a quest given to him by the once legendary knight Yagi Toshinori: to claim the sword that would be the bane of the Dark Lord, All For One, as well as evil in general. It was just unfortunate that within his haste, Izuku found himself hopelessly lost. His boots kicked up stones and dirt of the mountain path, but found that there were no signs of this 'legendary cave with a golden cave carved up with ancient runes'.

"This is bad." Izuku looked up into the sky; it was midday. In a handful of hours, it would get late and Izuku would have to make camp. Meaning, he would need a safe place to make shelter, as Izuku has heard enough tales of unruly Dire Goats and Chimeras that stalked the mountain at night. At this rate, he'd have to consider making his way back to the town at the base of the mountain in the hopes of finding an inn. It would kill more time than he felt he could afford, but that sword would be of no use in the hands of a dead man. With the decision made, Izuku turned around and prepared to trek back down the mountain, only for a horrible realization to come over the green-haired young man.

He was lost.

In his haste, he had failed to dedicate the mountain path to memory. And worse yet, he had left no markers for his path.

"Oh no. No no no no no no!" Izuku spun in circles for a moment, in a desperate hope of maybe finding his way back down the mountain path. He mumbled words at a speed he couldn't even recognize anymore, with sweat shooting down his face like bullets. Which way was forward?! Which way was back?! Why didn't he bring more food?! Or buy a map?! Or even get a guide?!

His hands came to his face as the young man took a deep breath. "C-calm down, Izuku," he told himself, "n-now's not the time. You just," he gulped, "you just gotta figure out which way is 'forward' and try to put together which way is the way back down."

Izuku was starting to feel reassured. He took another look at the sun and back down at the road below him. "Let's see, the air's getting thinner, so I'm raising in elevation. That means I'm going up the mountain. And the sun has moved since I started. It must've been a good three hours since I started this trek. So that means I couldn't have gotten too far from the base of the town, even in my haste. So-"

BONK!

Izuku's train of thought was derailed as a heavy blow to the back of his head had him falling down to the hard road below. The world was spinning faster than ever; he could faintly hear voices talking over his body, but he was fading fast and would be unconscious in a matter of seconds.

His head was pounding and his eyelids felt heavy, but Izuku was slowly starting to come around. His body felt heavy, yet light; as though he was underwater, but he felt solid ground.

"HEY! WAKE-UP!"

With a gasp, Izuku's eyes popped open, his freckled face looking to and fro. He was no longer on the mountain pass in the middle of nowhere. He was in some kind of village-no, village wasn't the right word. It was too big. This was practically a city. He tried to move forward, but he couldn't move his arms. He glanced behind him; his wrists were tied behind his back and he was tied to the post behind him like a dog to a leash.

"Eyes forward, bastard!"

Izuku let out another gasp and looked straight ahead, gasping when he saw a blond man standing in front of him, teeth curled into a malicious smirk as red eyes bore into Izuku's green ones. He tried to step back, but his back was already against the totem he was tied to. The fear on his face got the shirtless man to give an evil sneer, the fur of his cape moving with the evening breeze, his cape sweeping at his feet.

He then walked towards Izuku, roughly grabbing him by his hair and forcing him to look him in the eye. "You better have a good reason for trespassing on my land!"

"T-trespassing?!" Izuku was shaking in place, his response clearly not to the man's liking.

"Oh? Don't know where you are? Are you lost," his teeth clenched, practically snapping at Izuku like an angry dog, "or are you stupid?! Your dumbass has wandered into Dracotellus!"

The crowd around the podium roared with cheer as Izuku looked around in panic. It began to click; Dracotella, land of warriors and conquerors! Which means that the man who was yelling at him and looked ready to bite out his jugular was the Barbarian King: Katsuki Bakugou!

"W-wait, th-this is a misunderstanding!" Izuku shouted, trembling in place, "I-I'm on a mission by the Legendary Kni-"

"Can it!" The Barbarian King barked, Izuku whimpering as he shut his mouth on command. "I don't care who the hell you are or where you came from! Cause whoever the hell you are, you just crossed the border of my kingdom without a permit! And that's a capital offense!"

"B-but wait! I-I can explain!"

"Too late!" Bakugou's roar had cut through the air, leaving Izuku to tremble in terror. "The punishment for defying the laws of the king is Death by Dragon!"

"WHA-WHA-WHA-WHAAAAAT?!"

"IT'S TIME TO EAT, KIRISHIMA!"

Izuku gave a final scream that echoed through the night, tears pouring from his face like a waterfall as Bakugou cackled to the full moon.

...And yet, nothing happened.

After minutes of waiting in an awkward silence, that was only broken up by Izuku's pathetic sniffling, Bakugou shouted again. "I said, 'it's time to eat, Kirishima!" Again, nothing happened, leaving Bakugou to snarl and stomp his foot. "H-hey! Where the hell is Kirishima?!"

"Er, my king," a blond barbarian from the crowd called up, a black lightning bolt streaking through his hair, "Kirishima is in the infirmary."

"The hell do you mean 'infirmary'?!"

Another, raven-haired man spoke up, "he's sick! Said he ate too much cattle from the village down below!"

Bakugou stared blankly at the two in the crowd before the Barbaric Lord roared, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"

"Uh, er, L-Lord Bakugou," Izuku said weakly, "I-I can just, you know, leave, you know? I-if this is a bad time and-"

"Shut the hell up!"

"Y-yes sir!"

King Bakugou grumbled and grunted, crossing his arms as he seemed to try and gather his thoughts under the rising full moon. He glanced towards a nearby torch that lit up the square and, as though possessed by inspiration, an idea had come over the Barbarian. A smirk began carve its way onto his face as he pointed to the bound Izuku. He slowly looked back at the young hero, his smirk causing Izuku to flinch, but his eyes bulged once he saw Bakugou draw a knife from his side.

"Thank the Gods, ya bastard! Cause they've spared your life this day." He spoke, but his words did nothing to assure Izuku. The Barbarian approached Izuku, who tried to push himself back and away, but despite his instincts telling him to run, he had nowhere to go. He grabbed Izuku by his collar and began to raise his blade into the air. "But they won't save you from your punishment~"

Izuku tried to beg for mercy, but he felt as though his words were stuck in his throat. He could only watch as Bakugou took his dagger and swung! Izuku gave off a scream, at first, it was out of surprise, but he then watched as the blade did not puncture his skin, but his clothes! Each swing cut more into the cotton that made up his top and Izuku was starting to yelp and howl as Bakugou got to work on stripping.

"W-wait! Stop! What are you doing?!" Izuku cried out, but it did nothing to stop the Barbaric King as he was stripped of his vest and undershirt, exposing his toned upper body. He had the body of a warrior, Bakugou thought. If not for the laws of his kingdom, he would've considered another fate for this moss head. At least, he would if he wasn't screaming like a damn banshee.

"Quit your sniffling!" Bakugou growled at the trembling Izuku as he took his dagger and then cut at the waistband of his pants! Izuku gasped as the leather of his belt was cut in two and his pants soon were torn to ribbons! Izuku's screams echoed through the evening, drowned out by the cheering, laughing, and whistling of the crowd below, all watching their king strip Izuku down until he had nothing left to hide his modesty!

Bakugou cackled before turning to the crowd, leaving a blushing young hero to stand there in nothing but his shame. "Behold, my subjects! Watch as this trespasser is punished for his crimes by the hands of your king!" The crowd cheered, but Izuku's mouth felt dry. He felt ready to die, but Bakugou clearly had other plans for him as, finally, he cut the leash that kept him tied to the dragon totem.

Izuku stumbled forward, but the firm hand on his shoulder kept him from running-not that he could get far. Even in his embarrassed panic, he knew better than to jump into a crowd of barbarian. He bit his lower lip as he felt Bakugou's calloused hand grip his shoulder and lead him along to the edge of the podium. He gave a pathetic whimper as he watched Bakugou take a seat at the edge of the podium. Before the green hero could question just what his new punishment was destined to be, Bakugou took him and yanked him down with him, planting the hero over his lap, his chest resting against Bakugou's well-toned thighs, his full, plump bottom up in the air.

"W-wait!" Green eyes growing wide, Izuku let out a gasp in realization. Izuku recognized this position all too well, a position his mentor put him in plenty of times for his reckless actions before. But never did he think he'd be back in this position by someone so young, let alone a king of another kingdom! "P-please, no! Stop!"

Bakugou paid him no mind, basking in the constant cheers of the crowd below. Bakugou then raised his arm into the night sky before bringing his palm crashing down against Izuku's bubble butt with a hot clap that echoed through the starry night.

"GAH!" Izuku howled, practically feeling the burning handprint on his creamy flesh. He bucked his legs desperately, but that only got a maniacal cackle from the Barbarian King. Bakugou wasted no time between the first smack, landing another heavy swing against the young hero's defenseless ass. Loud cracks echoed through the night as Bakugou's firm hand struck at Izuku's milky ass mercilessly, mixed with the constant howls that came from Izuku's lips. "St-stop! Wait! OW! Please!"

"Shut up!" Bakugou shouted again, only to let out a short chuckle. "Actually, why don't you keep begging for me to stop?! I like hearing my prey squeal like a stuffed pig!" The cheering of the crowd below only encouraged Bakugou's hand to continue to rain down hot spanks over Izuku's ass. Watching it bounce and jiggle with each swat only got Barbarian King more excited and pushed him to keep going. Not that he needed the 'push'. He had the stamina to keep going and didn't plan on stopping.

Meanwhile, the helpless Izuku was left to scream and howl, bucking and kicking his legs in a desperate show of defiance. Bakugou kept his opposite hand on the small of Izuku's back, keeping him perfectly pinned over his unwavering lap. Each smack caused Izuku's poor butt to bounce and jiggle with each smack, much to Bakugou's pleasure. Izuku's face was flushed red, for now much hotter than his ass that was starting to turn an even, rosy pink.

Bakugou didn't care for his struggle. In fact, he was starting to enjoy watching the young hero squirm and struggle desperately for an escape from the endless storm of spanks. Watching his bottom continue heat up seemed to only encourage him to spank him faster, and to bring down even harder spanks. Or perhaps it was the constant screams and pleads that came from Izuku; as a King, he was used to having power over others, but there was something about this moment and having total control over someone so helpless that brought a greater form of jubilation over him.

Izuku's tears were falling faster and faster as his legs twitched and bucked to try and escape Bakugou's lap and the constant jeers that were in his ears.

"Look at him squirm!"

"What a freckled brat! Beat his ass red, Chief!"

"Make him wish for the dragon!"

"Look at his ass! It's bouncing with each slap!"

The young hero bit his lower lip, both of his cheeks burning hotter and glowing hotter than the surrounding torches. His entire body was growing hot as the unforgiving hand of the Barbarian walloped his ass harder than anyone had ever before. Hot gasps were escaping his lips in a desperate attempt to catch his breath.

"Aw, what's the matter?" Bakugou mocked, the smacking stopped, but he roughly grabbed and groped at Izuku's ass, "does it hurt too much? Are you so much of a wimp that you're out of breath~?"

"P-please, I-I'm sorry." Izuku whimpered, trembling over Bakugou's lap, the cold, mountain air blowing over his body. If not for his hot, now red ass, he'd be freezing. "I-I won't trespass again!"

"Yeah, I bet you won't." Bakugou raised his arm high into the air and gave a snap of his fingers. "Kamanari! Dragon Slayer!"

"D-Dragon Slayer?!" Izuku's weak voice managed to croak out, staring up at the Barbarian in despair. Shortle, the blond man from the crowd began to walk up the steps. He held a smirk of his own on his place, Izuku's teary eyes staring at the wooden paddle in his hands, holes drilled into the wood and giving off a menacing, glossy sheen in the moonlight. Izuku was forced to lie there and watch as the Blond Barbarian handed the paddle over to his king.

"Your 'sword', Chief." Kamanri chuckled as Bakugou snatched the paddle from his hands, sharing in Kamanri's smirk. He watched Bakugou tap the paddle against Izuku's burning ass before he took off down the pedestal to rejoin the crowd.

"Got any last words before?"

Izuku knew he was fishing for more pleads for mercy, but feared what would happen if he was silent. "P-please, sir! I-I-I'm on a mission from-"

CRACK!

"Not that crap again!" Bakugou slammed the wooden paddle against Izuku's ass. A loud cry erupted into the night as the Barbarian paddled Izuku's ass before the crowd, the initial swat getting a loud roar of cheers from down below. "I don't care why you're here, you're trespassing!"

"OW! I-I UNDERSTAND! OWOW! B-BUT PLEASE! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Izuku tried again to speak, but the paddle made it almost impossible. This was not his first paddling, but the word burning into his flesh was unlike any he's felt before. The holes made such a menacing difference; cutting down on air resistance, it flew through the air with less drag and delivered powerful strikes to his unprotected butt. And every crack had Izuku reeling back in painful agony.

"I understand that you're undermining my authority!" Bakugou cackled madly as he continued to swing the paddle. He couldn't do it as fast as he could his hand, but the heavy swats gave the wanted effect. "I'm gonna turn your ass white hot!"

"N-NO! P-PLEASE!" Izuku was back to just pleading for mercy that would never come as Bakugou's paddle left hard imprints against his now crimson booty. Izuku didn't know how much more he could take from the malicious king that was hellbent on burning his ass with the hardwood paddle. His body trembled and shook over Bakugou's lap, his struggling having turned to little more than shivering and trembling as he gasped for air between the heavy strikes.

But thankfully, Bakugou's paddle had stopped. He set the paddle down with a solid 'thud' before the red-eyed King started to force Izuku up upon his feet. Izuku's body felt stiff, yet limp, struggling to follow Bakugou's lead as he was forced to stare at the totem, his roasted, scarlet-red ass pointed to the crowd. The crowd below could practically see his ass throb from their place down on the ground.

"Now stay there." Bakugou sneered at Izuku, who whimpered and stared up at Bakugou.

SMACK!

"GAAAAH!" Izuku squealed as Bakugou raised his hand and gave his bouncing booty a quick smack on the ass.

"Eyes forward!" Bakugou barked at the poor green-haired lad, who turned his head back to stare at the totem's base. "That's better." Izuku was a sniffling mess as Bakugou turned to the crowd, "you're gonna stay there for an hour. After that, you're gonna make your way down the mountain and never return."

"B-but I-I-"

SMACK!

"AAAAH!" Izuku howled again as Bakugou smacked his hot ass again.

"And no talking!" Bakugou scolded. He stared Izuku down, who could feel the Barbarian's stare over his shaking body. When Bakugou turned back to the crowd, he crossed his arms and smirked. "In an hour, someone will come up and untie you. After that, you're on your own."

Izuku wanted to plead for any kind of mercy, like a map, or maybe some new clothes, but he dared not defy Bakugou's words again. No, instead, he gave a stiff nod as he pathetically cried in the corner. His throat was sore and the crowd below was mocking him. This was the most humiliating day of his life and there was nothing he could do to hide his shame. All he could do now was cry and shudder, practically dreading what would happen when his hour was up.

The voices slowly died down and Izuku was left there to stand there, staring at a totem as though he was a naughty boy again and was made to stand in a corner. His knees kept buckling, but he dared not to fall. He had lost track of time, but talking and asking for someone to tell him how long he would stand was terrifying.

Finally, Izuku would've heard someone approaching him from behind, causing him to stand up straight and stiffen. He held his breath, fearing the worst, but he only felt his wrists get untied. He turned around to see who it was, but they had already left before he could see them.

He looked around, but couldn't see anyone. Izuku then scanned the streets of this mountain city, but found no sign of anyone. Or any scrap of clothing or his gear. His only hope was to go around and ask anyone for any kind of spare cloth for his modesty.

Izuku cringed at the thought, thinking back to the Barbarian King's command for him to leave. The green hero, not wanting to risk incurring the wrath of these Barbarians again, quickly turned on his heels and ran for his life, praying for a miracle to shine on him.