I am afraid Part 2 of Sting of the Jungle III is not quite ready for posting this weekend, I will do my best to have it ready as soon as possible.
Sorry for any disappointment this may cause
Sting of the Jungle III (Part 1)
Part 1
Boy
was in a good mood, it had been over a week since the unfortunate
incident with the chilli paste and days since Tarzan last spanked
him. As always, as soon as the sting faded from Boy’s bottom, his
nineteen year old mind began to move on to misbehaviour, and all
promises of being good in future, no matter how genuinely they were
meant whilst the imprint of the older man’s palm still glowed on his
cheeks, began to fade together with the angry pink of his last
spanking.
was in a good mood, it had been over a week since the unfortunate
incident with the chilli paste and days since Tarzan last spanked
him. As always, as soon as the sting faded from Boy’s bottom, his
nineteen year old mind began to move on to misbehaviour, and all
promises of being good in future, no matter how genuinely they were
meant whilst the imprint of the older man’s palm still glowed on his
cheeks, began to fade together with the angry pink of his last
spanking.
After
resentfully hurrying through his obligatory chores, boy ran through
the jungle until he reached a tree which gave him a good vantage
point from which he could view the section of the river where the
village girls often went to bathe. His young loins throbbing with
testosterone, he was planning to jack off while spying on them.
resentfully hurrying through his obligatory chores, boy ran through
the jungle until he reached a tree which gave him a good vantage
point from which he could view the section of the river where the
village girls often went to bathe. His young loins throbbing with
testosterone, he was planning to jack off while spying on them.
However,
to his annoyance once he reached the top of the tree, he was just in
time to see two of the girls, fully dressed and walking away from the
river bank, their wet hair evidence he had arrived too late to view
their ablutions.
to his annoyance once he reached the top of the tree, he was just in
time to see two of the girls, fully dressed and walking away from the
river bank, their wet hair evidence he had arrived too late to view
their ablutions.
“Damn!”
he hissed “it was fucking Tarzan’s fault!” insisting that he
clear rocks, when he could instead have been getting his rocks off
peeping at naked women.
he hissed “it was fucking Tarzan’s fault!” insisting that he
clear rocks, when he could instead have been getting his rocks off
peeping at naked women.
Well
there was no point in sitting up a tree with no entertainment, so he
decided to go somewhere private where he could relieve his
frustration. Taking hold of a hanging vine he launched himself into
the air, his lithe young body swinging effortlessly through the
trees.
there was no point in sitting up a tree with no entertainment, so he
decided to go somewhere private where he could relieve his
frustration. Taking hold of a hanging vine he launched himself into
the air, his lithe young body swinging effortlessly through the
trees.
Unfortunately
for Boy, with his mind focused on his need to masturbate, he failed
to watch where he was going, and, it was only at the last moment that
he saw that he was swinging straight towards one of the long horned
cattle from the village, which had obviously wondered into the
jungle. He was swinging straight towards one of the animals horns.
Boy jerked the vine, in an attempt to avoid the animal, but it was to
late, and he was swinging too fast. He only had time to clench his
teeth, as his tender bottom hurtled towards the long sharp horn.
for Boy, with his mind focused on his need to masturbate, he failed
to watch where he was going, and, it was only at the last moment that
he saw that he was swinging straight towards one of the long horned
cattle from the village, which had obviously wondered into the
jungle. He was swinging straight towards one of the animals horns.
Boy jerked the vine, in an attempt to avoid the animal, but it was to
late, and he was swinging too fast. He only had time to clench his
teeth, as his tender bottom hurtled towards the long sharp horn.
“AAAAAAGGGGHHHHOOOOWW!!!”
yelled Boy as the hard and cruelly pointed tusk, shot between his
cheeks and roughly forced itself between the puckered pink lips of
his rectum, and up inside him, painfully stretching the tight and
narrow channel beyond. The experience was made even more
uncomfortable from the fact that Boy’s most intimate passageway was
still bruised from a recent, and very similar encounter with a rhino
and still extra sensitive from the Shamen’s hot chilli potion, which
Tarzan had mistakenly rubbed into it. (see part 2)
yelled Boy as the hard and cruelly pointed tusk, shot between his
cheeks and roughly forced itself between the puckered pink lips of
his rectum, and up inside him, painfully stretching the tight and
narrow channel beyond. The experience was made even more
uncomfortable from the fact that Boy’s most intimate passageway was
still bruised from a recent, and very similar encounter with a rhino
and still extra sensitive from the Shamen’s hot chilli potion, which
Tarzan had mistakenly rubbed into it. (see part 2)
Tears
streaming from his watering eyes, Boy still had the presence of mind
to grip the vine the ine in an effort to prevent himself sliding
further onto the horn, and becoming totally impaled. However, his
efforts were assisted by the now enraged steer, who dislodged his
unwelcome burden from the end of his horn, before any serious damage
was done, as, with a violent shake of its head, he sent Boy flying
through the air and landing, heavily, and painfully on the hard
ground.
streaming from his watering eyes, Boy still had the presence of mind
to grip the vine the ine in an effort to prevent himself sliding
further onto the horn, and becoming totally impaled. However, his
efforts were assisted by the now enraged steer, who dislodged his
unwelcome burden from the end of his horn, before any serious damage
was done, as, with a violent shake of its head, he sent Boy flying
through the air and landing, heavily, and painfully on the hard
ground.
Boy
jumped to his feet, clasping his smarting behind, all thought of
masturbation replaced by the throbbing ache between his cheeks.
jumped to his feet, clasping his smarting behind, all thought of
masturbation replaced by the throbbing ache between his cheeks.
Boy’s
day had not started well, and it was about to get even worse.
day had not started well, and it was about to get even worse.
*******
The
unhappy youth made his way home rubbing his sore bottom as he went,
he was feeling very sorry for himself. However, that feeling soon
gave way to a different emotion, one of intense nervousness, when he
spotted Tarzan ahead of him, and noticed that he was in the process
of whittling an odd looking wooden object, using a small, but very
sharp, knife. Boy had never seen an object like it before, it was a
flat piece of wood, probably half to three quarters of an inch thick,
narrow at one end, forming what appeared to be a handle. Running
down the centre of the wider end of the object were two rows of round
holes.
unhappy youth made his way home rubbing his sore bottom as he went,
he was feeling very sorry for himself. However, that feeling soon
gave way to a different emotion, one of intense nervousness, when he
spotted Tarzan ahead of him, and noticed that he was in the process
of whittling an odd looking wooden object, using a small, but very
sharp, knife. Boy had never seen an object like it before, it was a
flat piece of wood, probably half to three quarters of an inch thick,
narrow at one end, forming what appeared to be a handle. Running
down the centre of the wider end of the object were two rows of round
holes.
Although
Boy did not recognise the object, he had a reasonable idea as to its
potential application, and decided to would be wise to keep himself,
and, in particular, his sore little bottom, as far away from it as
possible.
Boy did not recognise the object, he had a reasonable idea as to its
potential application, and decided to would be wise to keep himself,
and, in particular, his sore little bottom, as far away from it as
possible.
He
decided that the best course of action would be to climb back up the
tree, and stay there for a while.
decided that the best course of action would be to climb back up the
tree, and stay there for a while.
However,
Boy had only made it a short distance up the tree, when, for a second
time that day, his carelessness was to have a very painful outcome on
his young bottom.
Boy had only made it a short distance up the tree, when, for a second
time that day, his carelessness was to have a very painful outcome on
his young bottom.
Failing
to spot an African hornet’s nest, his bare foot accidentally kicked
it as he climbed past, shattering it into pieces and sending it’s
furious inhabitants into and angry, buzzing, frenzy . As is an angry
hornet’s way, their initial impulse was to sting the nearest object
they could find as revenge for the destruction of their home.
to spot an African hornet’s nest, his bare foot accidentally kicked
it as he climbed past, shattering it into pieces and sending it’s
furious inhabitants into and angry, buzzing, frenzy . As is an angry
hornet’s way, their initial impulse was to sting the nearest object
they could find as revenge for the destruction of their home.
It
was Boy’s bad luck, that the nearest sentient object to the hornet’s
wrecked abode was his, very tempting and very exposed backside, which
was immediately spotted by a number of the irate hornets. The
immediately flew straight at it, and sunk their sharp acid filled
stingers into the tender flesh, sending shocks of electric pain
shooting deep into boy’s posterior, causing the lad to shriek in
horror and agony.
was Boy’s bad luck, that the nearest sentient object to the hornet’s
wrecked abode was his, very tempting and very exposed backside, which
was immediately spotted by a number of the irate hornets. The
immediately flew straight at it, and sunk their sharp acid filled
stingers into the tender flesh, sending shocks of electric pain
shooting deep into boy’s posterior, causing the lad to shriek in
horror and agony.
Knowing
he had only seconds before the whole swarm was onto him, Boy had only
one option, which was to release his grip on the branch which was
holding him and let himself fall out of the tree. As he did so, a
branch snagged his loincloth, ripping it right off, and leaving him
falling naked towards the ground.
he had only seconds before the whole swarm was onto him, Boy had only
one option, which was to release his grip on the branch which was
holding him and let himself fall out of the tree. As he did so, a
branch snagged his loincloth, ripping it right off, and leaving him
falling naked towards the ground.
As
has, no doubt, by now been established Boy was not born under a
lucky star, and as fate would have it, just at that moment a crested
African porcupine was walking beneath the very tree from which was
making his rapid and, bare bottom foremost, descent. Compounding the
bad news, was the that said Porcupine was, at that moment seeking to
impress a nearby female of its species by splaying its sharp pointed
quills, which were pointing skyward in the very direction from which
Boy’s ill fated bottom was fast approaching.
has, no doubt, by now been established Boy was not born under a
lucky star, and as fate would have it, just at that moment a crested
African porcupine was walking beneath the very tree from which was
making his rapid and, bare bottom foremost, descent. Compounding the
bad news, was the that said Porcupine was, at that moment seeking to
impress a nearby female of its species by splaying its sharp pointed
quills, which were pointing skyward in the very direction from which
Boy’s ill fated bottom was fast approaching.
Although
mercifully unaware of the prickly beast’s presence, Boy realised that
his landing was likely to be painful, so he grabbed hold of a vine in
the hope of slowing his fall.
mercifully unaware of the prickly beast’s presence, Boy realised that
his landing was likely to be painful, so he grabbed hold of a vine in
the hope of slowing his fall.
Although
this action probably saved him from serious and even permanent
injury, and the porcupine from almost certain death, it only slowed
his fall, which still ended in a painful landing, as the unlucky
miscreant ended up, as only he could, bestriding and sitting upon
the porcupine, its needle like quills jabbing into his hornet stung
bare bottom!
this action probably saved him from serious and even permanent
injury, and the porcupine from almost certain death, it only slowed
his fall, which still ended in a painful landing, as the unlucky
miscreant ended up, as only he could, bestriding and sitting upon
the porcupine, its needle like quills jabbing into his hornet stung
bare bottom!
Tarzan
came running at the sound of Boy’s howls of distress, and quickly
helped the wailing lad off the back of the traumatised porcupine and
carried him back to the cave, where he kept the medicine and
supplies, and where he and and his young ward slept during the rainy
season.
came running at the sound of Boy’s howls of distress, and quickly
helped the wailing lad off the back of the traumatised porcupine and
carried him back to the cave, where he kept the medicine and
supplies, and where he and and his young ward slept during the rainy
season.
For
the next hour Boy’s world focused on a ring of exquisite agony
surrounding his upturned, pin cushion resembling, bare bottom, as
Tarzan gently removed the mass of porcupine quills jabbed into it. In
its shock the creature had not fired its quills, and, thanks to the
vine slowing his landing, the quills were not, embedded very deeply
into Boy’s delicate behind, but removing them was still a long and,
for Boy, a painful process!!
the next hour Boy’s world focused on a ring of exquisite agony
surrounding his upturned, pin cushion resembling, bare bottom, as
Tarzan gently removed the mass of porcupine quills jabbed into it. In
its shock the creature had not fired its quills, and, thanks to the
vine slowing his landing, the quills were not, embedded very deeply
into Boy’s delicate behind, but removing them was still a long and,
for Boy, a painful process!!
As
mentioned previously, Boy had the added misfortune for someone quite
so accident prone, of having an exceptionally low pain with the
result that even low levels of discomfort were difficult for him to
endure with good grace. This discomfort was, of course, on a
different level altogether, and as result yelled and protested
non-stop. However, it was at the very point when Tarzan was the
removing the final quill, which was embedded more firmly that the
rest, and in a particularly sensitive area just millimetres from his
horn bruised anus, that Boy made the mistake which was to add
considerably to his woes.
mentioned previously, Boy had the added misfortune for someone quite
so accident prone, of having an exceptionally low pain with the
result that even low levels of discomfort were difficult for him to
endure with good grace. This discomfort was, of course, on a
different level altogether, and as result yelled and protested
non-stop. However, it was at the very point when Tarzan was the
removing the final quill, which was embedded more firmly that the
rest, and in a particularly sensitive area just millimetres from his
horn bruised anus, that Boy made the mistake which was to add
considerably to his woes.
“YEEEOWWCH!!”
he yelled “THAT HURT! YOU F##KING C##T!!”
he yelled “THAT HURT! YOU F##KING C##T!!”
Tarzan
reached forward and grabbed boy by the ear “WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?”
He snarled “HOW DARE YOU?!!” with that he pulled boy to his feet
and then sat down on a rock, still gripping Boy firmly by the wrist.
“After I devote my valuable time to helping you, all you can do is
speak to me like that …….. You need to be taught some manners
young man!”
reached forward and grabbed boy by the ear “WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?”
He snarled “HOW DARE YOU?!!” with that he pulled boy to his feet
and then sat down on a rock, still gripping Boy firmly by the wrist.
“After I devote my valuable time to helping you, all you can do is
speak to me like that …….. You need to be taught some manners
young man!”
Boy
looked in Tarzan’s face and instantly recognised the determined
expression, as the horrific realisation of what his mentor was
planning began to dawn!
looked in Tarzan’s face and instantly recognised the determined
expression, as the horrific realisation of what his mentor was
planning began to dawn!
“No!”
cried Boy “Please Sir not THAT!!” he tried to pull away, but
Tarzan’s grip was like a steel trap, offering Boy no means of escape.
“Please don’t spank me Sir! My bottom is so sore!”
cried Boy “Please Sir not THAT!!” he tried to pull away, but
Tarzan’s grip was like a steel trap, offering Boy no means of escape.
“Please don’t spank me Sir! My bottom is so sore!”
“You
should have thought of that, before you used that filthy language!”
growled Tarzan, pulling the struggling 19 year old over his lap “If
you think your bottom is sore now, just wait until I have finished
with it!”
should have thought of that, before you used that filthy language!”
growled Tarzan, pulling the struggling 19 year old over his lap “If
you think your bottom is sore now, just wait until I have finished
with it!”
With
that he delivered a mighty SMACK! to Boy’s bright red behind,
causing the lad to yelp in pain. “I don’t know where you …”
SMACK! “…learnt that language!…” SMACK! “…but I am going
to..” SMACK!! …”make sure…” SMACK! “…you never use it
…” SMACK!” “again!!” SMACK!! …SMACK!!”
that he delivered a mighty SMACK! to Boy’s bright red behind,
causing the lad to yelp in pain. “I don’t know where you …”
SMACK! “…learnt that language!…” SMACK! “…but I am going
to..” SMACK!! …”make sure…” SMACK! “…you never use it
…” SMACK!” “again!!” SMACK!! …SMACK!!”
“OWWW!!
…OUCH!! …STOP!” please stop!” protested the wriggling and
struggling Boy “STOP …YOUR FU…. YOUR KILLING ME!!”
…OUCH!! …STOP!” please stop!” protested the wriggling and
struggling Boy “STOP …YOUR FU…. YOUR KILLING ME!!”
“Oh
you’ll survive…” SMACK! “…you just won’t be able to…”
SMACK! “..sit down..” SMACK! “for a few..” SMACK! “..days!”
SMACK! … “Just think yourself lucky” SMACK! “I am not using
the new..” SMACK! “.. paddle I made..” earlier
you’ll survive…” SMACK! “…you just won’t be able to…”
SMACK! “..sit down..” SMACK! “for a few..” SMACK! “..days!”
SMACK! … “Just think yourself lucky” SMACK! “I am not using
the new..” SMACK! “.. paddle I made..” earlier
Ignoring
Boy’s pleas Tarzan applied his leather like palm to Boy’s glowing
rump with vigour as a further thirty five smacks echoed around the
cave, accompanied by Boy’s increasingly tearful cries.
Boy’s pleas Tarzan applied his leather like palm to Boy’s glowing
rump with vigour as a further thirty five smacks echoed around the
cave, accompanied by Boy’s increasingly tearful cries.
Finally
Tarzan stopped “I shall be soft with you, because you are already
sore” he snapped “however, if I ever hear you use that language
again, I won’t stop at fifty!” with that, he shoved the lad off
his lap, causing the unfortunate young man’s well spanked and
porcupine pricked behind to land hard on the stony floor, causing yet
another yell of pain.
Tarzan stopped “I shall be soft with you, because you are already
sore” he snapped “however, if I ever hear you use that language
again, I won’t stop at fifty!” with that, he shoved the lad off
his lap, causing the unfortunate young man’s well spanked and
porcupine pricked behind to land hard on the stony floor, causing yet
another yell of pain.
Tarzan
then jumped to his feet “And as you have lost another loincloth!..”
he boomed “you will stay bare bottomed in future!!” he turned and
marched out of the cave leaving boy sitting on him battered behind,
whaling like a baby.
then jumped to his feet “And as you have lost another loincloth!..”
he boomed “you will stay bare bottomed in future!!” he turned and
marched out of the cave leaving boy sitting on him battered behind,
whaling like a baby.
Boy
gingerly stood up, tears running down his face as his hands caressed
his severely punished and beacon red behind. Tarzan was right,
there would be no likelihood that he would be sitting down , and time
soon, and how humiliating to be bare bottomed at all times,
especially when his behind revealed the clear evidence of his
spanking.
gingerly stood up, tears running down his face as his hands caressed
his severely punished and beacon red behind. Tarzan was right,
there would be no likelihood that he would be sitting down , and time
soon, and how humiliating to be bare bottomed at all times,
especially when his behind revealed the clear evidence of his
spanking.
He
hoped that there wouldn’t be any visitors to the camp for a while.
hoped that there wouldn’t be any visitors to the camp for a while.
“I
just can’t get any worse than this” he sniffed feeling very sorry
for himself.
just can’t get any worse than this” he sniffed feeling very sorry
for himself.
That,
of course, was where Boy was wrong. It could get worse, as he would
soon find out …….
of course, was where Boy was wrong. It could get worse, as he would
soon find out …….
To
be continued ….
be continued ….
( Sting of the Jungle III part 2 will be posted shortly)
Update – Sting of the Jungle III
As I have received a lot of messages about the forthcoming Sting of the Jungle III, I have decided to post it in two parts, so as not to keep Boy’s fans waiting. I hope to post Sting of the Jungle III Part 1 later today, and Part 2 by the weekend.
Coming Soon – Sting of the Jungle III
The perils of working with a short sighted farm hand!
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Picture by request
Greg and Mike’s backwoods adventure Part 2
The mountain men carry their captives into the cellar …
Where Jebediah the head of the clan, and his eldest son Kaleb give the boys a beating to remind them who is in charge
Before locking them in for the night
Mike gently soothes his brother’s burning behind
Unfortunately Greg being a bit more of a jerk is less gentle with Mike
The next morning the mountain men inspect their new captives
Greg argues with them
But soon discovers that was a mistake
Kaleb orders the boys to bend over and give them ten whacks each to teach them not to argue
Later the hillbillies decide to have some fun with the brothers. thinking up various means of humiliating and punishing them.
Which invariably end is an excuse to beat the boy’s bare butts
One of Kaleb’s sons then inserted a broom into Mike’s anus
Then ordered him to brush the floor, gripping the broom between his cheeks.
The boys’ ordeal is completed with a further paddling before bedtime.
The next day the brothers are set to work in the barn
Any mistakes or imagined slacking is punished with a hard paddling
Dished out to both brothers
Kaleb decides to continue the punishment that night ….
tying up one boy at a time so that he could concentrate on the other
Next morning Greg is ordered to cook some bacon for the family
but he carelessly burns it, realizing, too late that the same will soon happen to his bare butt.
Kaleb throws the careless youth over his knee and tests the heat of the frying plan, noting, with grim satisfaction that it was still painfully hot. “Now your bacon is about to get burnt boy!” he snarled
He then began to spank Greg with the hard hot frying pan, causing the boy to yell in pain!
Although the pan was no longer hot enough to actually burn the skin, it was hot enough to feel as if it was doing so and to turn Greg’s bottom a glowing shade of red.
That night Greg a Mike discussed their plight, it was clear the had to at least try and escape
Climin on Mike’s shoulders Greg finally managed to reach a tiny skylight window beneath the cellar roof
Finally the brothers were free and quickly ran away from the house, into the woods
However, they were soon running for their lives pursued by an angry bear
Luckily a fallen tree across a ravine enabled them to avoid becoming a bear’s breakfast
Finally exhausted the boys fell asleep in the woods
They slept so soundly that they failed to hear the approaching footsteps and were, for a few more moments, blissfully unaware they were surrounded by their captors.
TO BE CONTINUED ……..
A message from the M_Spank_M Google Group
This message is very late in coming, since it has been a very difficult
decision to make.
decision to make.
After Google deactivated m_spank_m because of an alleged conflict with
their TOS, we found a way to send in a protest, which resulted in the group
being put back on the list of groups, but only visible to members, who could
then read the entries in the archives, which have working links (assuming the
links are still valid) but do not show pictures or clips. There are buttons to
push by members who go to the group online, one stating that they want to see
the content and then another stating that the material is not spam and finally
another box where they can click, stating that it is not abuse and requesting
Google to review the matter. Unfortunately there is no other visible way to
contact Google further about this matter, and as we all know since that point
in time nothing further has happened regarding the restoration of the
group. I do not know how many members clicked on these buttons, nor if
there would have been any effect on Google had all 4,000+ members done so, so
we are indeed stymied.
their TOS, we found a way to send in a protest, which resulted in the group
being put back on the list of groups, but only visible to members, who could
then read the entries in the archives, which have working links (assuming the
links are still valid) but do not show pictures or clips. There are buttons to
push by members who go to the group online, one stating that they want to see
the content and then another stating that the material is not spam and finally
another box where they can click, stating that it is not abuse and requesting
Google to review the matter. Unfortunately there is no other visible way to
contact Google further about this matter, and as we all know since that point
in time nothing further has happened regarding the restoration of the
group. I do not know how many members clicked on these buttons, nor if
there would have been any effect on Google had all 4,000+ members done so, so
we are indeed stymied.
Although both SirCPUK and I would be willing to continue moderating
m_spank_m should it be resurrected, we have after much deliberation and soul
searching decided that we will not try to create a new group to replace
it. As I said, this has not been an easy decision, and time has not made
it any easier.
m_spank_m should it be resurrected, we have after much deliberation and soul
searching decided that we will not try to create a new group to replace
it. As I said, this has not been an easy decision, and time has not made
it any easier.
Several members have written to us indicating that they would be willing to
give a new group a start and there are others who have offered financial help
in order to pay for a group domain. The major problem remains finding
sufficient men willing to do the moderation, as there were more who were ready
to offer financial or technical assistance than those willing to tackle the job
itself.
give a new group a start and there are others who have offered financial help
in order to pay for a group domain. The major problem remains finding
sufficient men willing to do the moderation, as there were more who were ready
to offer financial or technical assistance than those willing to tackle the job
itself.
If those of you who are interested in doing such would like to write to us,
we can forward your mails to the others who have written so that you can get in
touch with each other. We remain available should you have any questions
that we can answer and will be more than happy to share our experience with
anyone who gets a new group going.
we can forward your mails to the others who have written so that you can get in
touch with each other. We remain available should you have any questions
that we can answer and will be more than happy to share our experience with
anyone who gets a new group going.
Onkel Ben
Greg and Mike’s backwoods adventure
I am sorry I have been away for so long unfortunately I have not had time to create much recently, however, I will be back soon. Meanwhile I thought you might enjoy this story, which I started to create over 10 years ago, around the time I was first experimenting with PhotoShop (so, sorry if some of the images are a bit wobbly)
Greg and Mike’s Backwoods adventure
Two stepbrothers, Greg and Mike are traveling across America in their Dad’s new sports Car, when the car breaks down on a lonely road in the middle of the Appalachian mountains ..
Big blond and handsome 19 year old, Greg, is straight and not very bright, his 18 year old step brother Mike is gay and secretly has the hots for Greg.
The sports car isn’t going anywhere, so the boys decide they will have to walk to the nearest town ….
They take what they think is a shortcut through the woods, but soon get hopelessly lost …
Greg snags his shorts on a branch tearing the seat off and revealing his bare butt
At the same time he drops the bag containing both of the brother’s clothes into the canyon below, where it is swept away by a river
As Mike is only carrying food and all their clothes are now lost , Greg will have to remain bare butt for the rest of the trip
This rather amuses Mike, and maybe turns him on a little, but he tries not to show it
The boys carry on through the woods
Greg’s cute bare butt is on full display at all times
Mike takes every opportunity to enjoy the view
Still lost deep in the woods, Greg decides to climb a tree in the hope of spotting civilisation
This was not Greg’s lucky day, his foot slipped and he fell from the tree
hurtling towards the ground
Landing on his bare bottom in a patch of stinging nettles
As Greg yelled in pain, and Mike ran to his assistance, the step brothers were unaware that they were being watched
In an effort to cool the sting in his nettle stung behind, Greg stripped naked and dived into a river. Mike undressed and followed him.
After a long hot walk the step brothers enjoyed their swim
Still unaware they were being watched
When the boys return to the woods to retrieve their clothes, they find themselves surrounded by men with guns.
Captured by a family of outlaw hillbillies
The boys are led through the woods with their hands tied behind their backs. One of the men repeatedly whacks Greg’s bare butt with a stick
They eventually reach open ground
Where they are tied face down over the back of a horse
The men begin the journey back to their ranch with their frightened captives.
Two of the men amuse themselves by beating Greg and Mike’s upturned bare bottoms.
This frightens the horse which then bolts
The horse runs down a shallow creek, where the overhanging branches whip the unlucky lads’ bare bottoms
The frightened horse gallops on as the trees continue lashing the boys behinds
By the time the horse slows down Greg’s and Mike’s butts are stinging red and sore.
Finally the horse trots up to the Hillbilly ranch with the boys still over its back ……
Carelessness Has Consequences
JAB!!
The doctor had planed to give Jacob a shot in the arm, but when he tripped over the careless lad’s sports bag the sharp needle was jabbed hard into a very different part of Jacob’s anatomy!!
Doctor’s Orders
Doctor: “… and you should repeat the treatment every day until you notice an improvement!”
Uncle George: “You got it Doc …. you sure got it!!”