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The Humiliation of Redman Dane: Prologue and Chapter One

WARNING: The Humiliation of Redman Dane is a breeches ripping tale of the misfortunes of an arrogant young gentleman in Edwardian England. This is a partially Fem Dom / CFNM story, created following numerous requests. Therefore, in addition to the usual Sore Bottomed Guys features, the young hero is also humiliated and punished by females.

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The Shaman’s Revenge Part 18 (Chase Goes to Prison)

The Shaman’s Revenge Part 18

(Chase Goes to Prison)

Chase Colby needed money, and he needed it quickly, not only was he well behind with his rent, and the finance company were now threatening to repossess his car, but, on top of all this his new chick Lulabelle Handcock,was really high maintenance. He had borrowed money from a loan shark, and he was running out of things to sell and buddies prepared to lend him cash, so he could pay the interest.

He was running out of options other than criminal ones, which until now he had avoided. He had no moral objection to robbery, but he was already on probation and getting caught could have unpleasant consequences.

However, being young, foolhardy, and not very bright, Chase soon convinced himself that he wouldn’t get caught. All he needed to do was hold up a couple of guys and steal a couple of wallets, and he’d be back on top.

Getting down on his knees, he reached under the bed, and retrieved a brown paper wrapped object which was taped to the bed frame. He had kept the unlicensed revolver there in case he got back into trouble with the mob, but it would now come in useful for what he had planned.

Thus it was, that, later that night Chase was lurking in a dark alleyway behind in if the town’s more swanky restaurants, in the hope of mugging a couple of well to do diners, who would likely have a well stuffed bill fold and hopefully a wife with expensive jewellery.

After an hour it began to dawn on Chase that there was a flaw in his plan and that very few rich restaurant patrons would chose to depart via the back door where they could be more easily robbed.

He was about to give up and head home, when the kitchen door opened and a young waiter, who was hoping to grab a quick smoke in his break, came out. A waiter would not provide the rich pickings Chase had been hoping for, but he would take what he could get, and who knows, the waiter might have done well for tips which Chase could relieve him of, and Italian waiters often tended to wear gold chains, crucifixes, rings and watches, which might be worth a few dollars. It would be a more meagre hall than Chase had been hoping for, but it was better than going home empty handed.

He stepped out of the shadows and pressed the gun into the young waiter’s back “Hand up Buddy!” he whispered, attempting to sound menacing.

He was about to demand That the unfortunate waiter hand over his tips plus any jewellery, when he suddenly felt a firm hand on his shoulder and a voice boomed out from the shadows “BAD BOY! It looks like you have just breached your parole Young’un!!”

Chase looked back in horror and saw a grinning police officer pointing a gun straight at him.

“I’d say you ass is in one heap o’ trouble!!” continued the officer in a slow amused drawl “One big heap o’ trouble!”

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The Shaman’s Revenge Part 17 (Part 1)

The Shaman’s Revenge Part 17 (Part 1)

Jordan jumped quickly into the car and slammed the door behind him, and to his relief, successful preventing any of the angry wasps from following him inside the vehicle.

As soon as his naked passenger was safely inside the Ranger put his foot on the gas and the car sped off down the road, until they were safely our of range of the pursuing swarm.

“Where have you been sport?” the ranger shouted over the roar of the engine “Your Dad has been frantic with worry …. he’s not a happy man!”

Jordan, struggled to explain how he had come to be in this predicament, he considered explaining about Cindy-Mae abandoning him naked, but something told him the Ranger would find that funny, which would make it all the more embarrassing, so he just shrugged and said “guess I got lost!”

Once he has slowed down, the ranger glanced over at Jordan, who was perched in an awkward position, with the palms of his hands pressed down against the seat with his bottom raised, keeping it was hovering just above the plastic surface of the seat. “Sit properly Sport” he ordered gruffly.

“I can’t” mumbled Jordan miserably

“What do you mean, you ‘can’t’?”

“Because I just can’t!” growled Jordan moodily

“Why not?”

“….burnt asshole!” muttered Jordan

“What?”

“I burnt my asshole, okay!!” was Jordan’s snapped reply “I slipped and sat on an electric fence …. then this Hillbilly retard stuck a carrot up there …. a real big carrot!”

“A Carrot?” the ranger struggled not to laugh “Why did he do that?”

“Dunno … guess he was a pervert or something, then his brother stuffed nettles and poison oak up ….”

“huh? Why ….?”

“‘cos he said I was a chicken!”

“WOW! That’s bad sport!” replied the ranger giving a passing, if heavily faked, impression of compassion “You had a bad day!”

“And just now ..” wailed Jordan “A Godamn hornet stung me …… on the butt hole!” he gave the ranger a pitiful look, and it hurts like hell!!

“Now that is bad news fella’ “ replied the Ranger “You might have serious damage ….. down there!” he said “I better take you straight to see the Doc!”

Jordan instantly recoiled at the word “Doc” he had no wish to go anywhere near Dr Schultz and his damn needles “N..no I’m okay … honest!”

“Don’t be dumb Jordan, the Doc needs to check you over, just in case. After all a singed, stretched and double stung anus isn’t anything to laugh at!”

“Do you see me laughing?” snapped Jordan

“Don’t be impudent kid!” barked the ranger “Or you’ll go over my knee despite your barbecued butt button!”

Jordan flinched visibly at the the ranger’s tone “S..Sorry Sir!” he stammered “I’m just sore!”

“Okay… We will stop at the infirmary on the way home!”

“Aww Officer!” whined Jordan “Not Doc Schultz, he has … odd methods!, couldn’t we go to Dr Hotcrutch … Uh I mean Dr Hutchins, she’s much better!”

“Don’t be Dumb Jordan!” Laughed the Ranger” Lois Hutchins is a sports masseur, Boy’s rectums are not her area of expertise … Whereas Dr Schultz is a … er … specialist in the subject of boy’s back doors!”

“Expert ‘cos he’s a damned perv” thought Jordan, sensibly keeping that observation to himself, before saying out loud “Fu … uh …I mean darn!” grumbled Jordan “Isn’t there another doctor I could go to?”

“Don’t be a jerk Sport” replied the Ranger Doc Schultz is the best medic in town …. and besides he know your medical history. Us grown ups know best! We are going to Dr Schultz whether you like it or not!”

Although resenting the implication that at 19 he was not a “grown up”, Jordan reluctantly accepted defeat and grumpily sunk down in his seat, only to quickly raise his bottom again the moment it landed on the still hot plastic car seat. “Ouch!”

The Ranger appeared to have chosen a far more bumpy route back to town, than the one which Jordan and Cindy-Mae had taken up to the lake, or at least it seemed much more bumpy, given Jordan now had a far more tender backside. However, finally, after Jordan had endured a very long and uncomfortable journey, they eventually pulled up outside the Infirmary.

Again, Jordan was in the predicament of having to enter the infirmary, pass the reception area and crowded waiting room, stark naked and with a sore red bottom. “I need something to cover myself with” he pleaded.

“Hold on Sport” replied the Ranger, “I think there is an old blanket in the trunk, that should at least give you some cover!”

Although not ideal, the old rug would, as the ranger had suggested, give him some cover as he entered the medical centre, so Jordan reluctantly took it and wrapped it around himself. People might still look, but, at least he wouldn’t be naked. Perhaps people would assume he had been in an accident, and was wearing clothes beneath the blanket.

However, once they had left the car and entered the foyer of the centre, he realised that people were not reacting in the way he had anticipated. Instead of just looking at him as he expected, they were pointing and laughing at him.

“W…what’s going on?” he asked

 

The Ranger turned to look at him, and then let out a guffaw of laughter “Well, sport it appears some bugs have making been making a meal of that ‘ol blanket. Maybe moths, beetles or even could be ‘CEE-Kay-dahs’ have eaten a great big hole in it! ‘an that cute little tail ‘o yourn is on show ‘t the world!!”

Horrified, Jordan looked back and caught sight of his reflection in the window glass and saw there was a huge hole in the blanket, through which his bare blushing pink bottom was fully exposed. “Oh Fuck!” he cried in mortified embarrassment “Get me out of here!”

“No problem Sport” chuckled the Ranger “We can use the elevator, that will be better than walking up three flights of stairs with your ass on full show!”

They hurried across the lobby, as Jordan unsuccessfully attempted to cover his exposed bottom with his hands. Once they reached the elevator the ranger pressed the button, as Jordan anxiously waited for the doors to open, but they did not open. In another bout of Jordan’s bad luck, at that moment three maintenance men were on the ninth floor moving furniture, and one large desk, which they had unwisely attempted to carry into the elevator had become stuck, wedging the doors open, and preventing the contraption from descending to the ground floor.

Hence, while an unhappy and humiliated and increasingly frantic Jordan waited on the ground floor, nine floors above him, three muscular workmen were struggling to move a desk and release the doors which continues to hold up the lift.

A crowd had now gathered, all giggling laughing and pointing at Jordan’s embarrassed and unsuccessful attempts to cover his exposed bare backside. Our handsome young hero’s only wish was to escape from the prying eyes and hide himself “We will have to use the stairs!” he gasped, turning away from the stubbornly un-opening elevator door and hurrying towards the open staircase at the far end of the lobby.

The ranger sauntered casually after him “That sure is a perty sight!” he drawled watching Jordan’s bare bottom juggling up and down as he hurried.

Jordan literally bounded up the stairs, and, to his relief was soon out of view of the watching crowd. However, his relief was soon replaced by a glum sense of impending doom as he approached the door to Dr Schultz’s office.

For a moment, Jordan stood outside the door, reluctant to knock, however, he was then joined by the ranger, who immediately rapped on the door. There was a brief pause, before the doctor opened the door, and ushered the two in. To Jordan’s annoyance, he found that Dr Schultz was not alone, as his eyes fell on the hated figure of medical trainee, Martin Clifford, who, while appearing to be intently studying some notes, was adjusting the buttons on his white male nurse’s uniform.

“My, My Jordan Draper!” said Dr Schultz “What predicament have yourself into this time?”

“He’s got a sore anus!” interjected the Ranger helpfully.

“I see!” replied the doctor with a serious tone, as Martin Clifford unsuccessfully attempted to stifle a chuckle “Have you been misbehaving with other boys Jordan?”

“No I haven’t!” snapped Jordan with a combination of anger and mortification “It got burned … and stung …. and … uh … a damn hillbilly stuck a carrot in it!” he explained bedore quickly adding “ … against my will!!”

“Well… Well .. you have had an eventful day, haven’t you Jordan!” relied Dr Schultz with a raised eyebrow “We had better take a look at it! Please take off that dirty blanket and get onto the examination table …. on your knees, with your bottom up.”

Despite instinctively knowing this would not end well, Jordan reluctantly did as he was told, clambered onto the examination table, and adopted what was best described at the “doggy position”, while the doctor ominously pulled on his rubber gloves.

Dr Schultz stepped forward, placed his rubber gloved hands onto Jordan’s butt cheeks and firmly pushed them apart to expose the puckered, and now blushing pink and cherry red, ring between.

Schultz frowned and made a tutting sound with his tongue “Hmmm!” he said “That does look inflamed …. nurse can you bring me the magnifying glass please!”

Martin opened a draw and brought out a large magnifying glass, not unlike the type which might have been used by Sherlock Holmes or some other Victorian sleuth might have used to examine evidence, and handed it to the doctor.

To Jordan’s increasing embarrassment the doctor held the glass up to the crack between his butt cheeks and studied his anus at length. “That is inflamed!” he said “what do you think nurse?”

Martin peered at Jordan’s rectum “It looks sore!” he said “Is it sore Jordan?”

“Yes its fu….. sore!” snarled Jordan, his face now hot and glowing with mortification, he again determined that he would kill Martin at the first opportunity to present itself.

The Ranger approached and also took a lingering look at Jordan’s most private region “That sure reminds me o’ a lil’l pink raspberry!” he drawled in an amused tone!

Jordan closed his eyes tight and gritted his teeth with embarrassment, he couldn’t believe that three men were actually discussing the state of his sore anus …… and studying it with a magnifying glass.

“Could that be serious Doctor?” asked Martin, struggling to sound businesslike

“I am afraid it could be!” replied the Doctor with a grim expression on his face “the combination of an electrical burn and a hornet sting could have unstable results!” he put down the magnifying glass and removed his rubber gloves “I will prescribe a special cream, which have to be applied twice a day… I am afraid it will sting a little bit Jordan, but that is because it is working!”

“uh …okay …Doc” the unhappy Jordan hissed though a scowl

“and, most important” added the Doctor “the whole area must be exposed to fresh air at all times!”

“Uh ….What ….?” asked Jordan uncomprehendingly.

“No pants, jeans or underwear should be worn for the next four weeks at least … probably up to six weeks depending on the speed of recovery … so no clothing from the waist down!”

“WHAT?” cried Jordan, as the Doctors words sunk in

“You gotta stay bare butt for six weeks Sport!” replied the Ranger helpfully!

“NO WAY!” yelled Jordan Jumping off the desk “I ain’t going bare butt for another hour let alone six week, just ‘cos some faggy quack doctor say so….OOOOWCH!” Jordan’s angry rant ended with a cry of pain as the Ranger slapped him hard across the bare bottom with the palm of his hand.

“Don’t you go disrespecting the Doctor Sport!” snapped Ranger Tartarus “The Doc knows best, ifin he sez you gotta’ stay bare butt for six week, you’re gonna’ do just that, I’ll make sure of it!”

He turned to the doctor ”An’ I’ll make sure he applies that there stinging cream night an’ morning even ifin I have to do it myself!”

“You ain’t doing …. that!” bellowed Jordan

“Take care Sonny!” growled the Ranger pointing at Jordan “Or you will be over my knee faster than you can say ‘burn my speedos!” he paused and looked back at the Doctor “Does this mean spankin’s are out Doc!”

“No, there is no need to stop spanking him!” replied the Doctor with a quick smile “In fact the stimulation will be quite therapeutic!”

“So Spankin’s will be sorta’ medicinal then Doc?”

The doctor pondered for a while “Well yes, you could say that!” he replied as the Ranger chortled loudly and Martiv stifle a peal of laughter behind a rubber gloved hand.

Jordan was now in a state of barely controlled panic ”Don’t listen to that quack Doctor, he’s a perv and doesn’t know what he’s …. OOOOWWWCH!”

Jordan jumped in the air in response to a hard WHACK! from the ranger cross his bare bottom.

“That is not acceptable language Jordan!” roared the Ranger, grabbing hold of the naked young man. Then before Jordan could fully take in what was happening, the officer had thrown his arm round his waist, lifting him off the ground and stuffing him under his arm, as if the young swimmer was a rolled up carpet.

The Ranger then inflicted a series of sharp smacks to Jordan’s upturned bottom “You Will not ..” SMACK “disrespect the Doctor ..” SMACK “Do you understand ..?” SMACK!

“OWW … YEEOOW …OUCH! …Stop!” yelled Jordan, struggling and kicking attempting to free himself, but the muscular ranger held him firmly in place.

“Can you hold him still please!” said the doctor “Jordan needs a course of injections to prevent any side effects from the hornet stings! And what better time to start than now!” he turned to Martin “Nurse, Please prepare two syringes with the Obecalp serum!”

Jordan looked back over his shoulder with horror, his worst fears at the prospect of visiting Dr Schultz were about to come true, he had guessed that medical pervert would immediately find a reason to jab him in the ass again. This was the reason he had been so reluctant to pay this visit.

“No! .. No! Fuck you!!” he yelled, struggling and kicking his legs “Keep that damn needle away from me!!!

However, no matter how much the fit young athlete struggled, the ranger, who it appeared possessed a superhuman strength, held him firmly in place.

Moments later, the Doctor was standing behind him holding up one of his scary looking oversized syringes, while Martin stood nearby with a further syringe on a tray. “Please hold him still, if you can officer!”

“You got it Doc!” replied the Ranger gripping Jordan all the more tightly.

Without further ado Dr Schultz proceeded to jab the needle into Jordan’s left butt cheek, injecting a dose of the serum into the unlucky young swimmer.

“AAAAAAAAHGGGGHHHHOOOOOWW!!!” Jordan’s yell of pain echoed round the room.

“Don’t be such a wuss Sport!” chuckled the Ranger playfully slapping Jordan’s uplifted bottom “It’s for your own good!”

“I’m not being a ‘wuss’” wailed Jordan “It Hurt!!”

“Just one more young man!” said the Doc in what he assumed was a reassuring tone, but which sent a chill down Jordan’s spine. The Doctor then took the second syringe from the tray, which Martin was helpfully holding, and gave it a short squirt to remove any air, before injecting a further dose of the potion into Jordan’s right butt cheek, eliciting a similar outraged response from the handsome swimmer.

“All finished Doc” asked the Ranger, before he lowered Jordan back onto his feet.

“Finished for now” replied the Doctor “however, he will need a course of shots, so he will have to return to the infirmary every morning ….. or I suppose, I could do a home visit each day!”

“No need Doc!” smiled the ranger “I’ve got me a certification in first aid! ‘couse, it was mainly for gun shot wounds and critter bites, but I can inject a boy in the butt no problem ….. ‘sides I only live next door!” he laughed “So I can give this young patient what he needs!” he slapped Jordan on the shoulder sending him staggering forward “Can’t I Sport?!”

Jordan’s mouth opened and shut, rather like a landed fish gasping for air, as he tried to speak, but no words came. He was stunned to silence as the full horror of his current situation registered in his brain.

 

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Sore Bottomed Guys by Franco

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Sore Bottomed Guys by Franco

Franco One of the best known and most popular Male Spanking Artists in the world, has agreed for his iconic artwork to appear here on Sore Bottom Guys

Here are some examples of Franco’s work, some, but not all featuring Spanking, with others featuring unlucky young hunks in various bottom focused discomfort.

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We hope to feature more art from Franco From time to time, I hope you will enjoy the work of this brilliant artist

The Foreman’s Cabin – Joey Rides Horsey

Stay in Position

The Detectives

Up on his toes (Monk paddled)

Vibro Torture

You’re Never too old for this Big Boy

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The Sting of the Jungle – (Part 2)

 The STING of the Jungle (Part 2)
 
As the days passed and the sting began to fade from his well punished behind, Boy began to regain much of his old cockiness and also a degree of the arrogance and selfishness which had got him into trouble in the fist place. Most boys have short memories, and Boy was no exception, it was not in his nature to be good unless forced to be, and left to his own devices his true nature soon began to resurface.
 
A wise guardian knows that behavioural issues need to be reinforced regularly, usually with a firm hand, or other suitable implement, applied to tender, preferably bared, young buttocks. Tarzan was generally a wise guardian, but he was also a busy man, and, as such he occasionally allowed Boy more freedom than was good for him.
 
Boy, of course took full advantage of this, and in no time he was back to his old ways, mistreating the jungle animals when Tarzan was not looking, and more recently he had taken to spying on the maidens from the village at the edge of the jungle as they bathed in the river.
 
Cheetah watched Boy’s behaviour with growing irritation. The wise old chimp had hoped the lad’s earlier chastisement would lead him to change his ways, but it was becoming clear that further punishment was necessary. He recalled that Boy’s previous punishment began with the forced removal of the youth’s loincloth and decided this was most probably the best way to start.
He took the opportunity as Boy swung passed him hanging from a vine, at which point the old ape reached out, grabbed hold of Boy’s loincloth and tugged, ripping away Boy’s only covering leaving him swinging naked through the jungle.
 
Boy was so taken by surprise that he flew straight into a tree, causing him to loose grip of the vine …..
 
….. sending him hurtling towards the jungle floor where he landed heavily, and painfully on his bare behind.
As Boy lay on the jungle floor, clutching his bruised and aching tush he failed to notice a shadowy figure watching him from among the trees.
 
As this was the second loincloth Boy had lost, Tarzan declared that, as punishment it would not be replaced and that Boy would have to remain naked until he learnt to be more careful with his property.
 
For weeks thereafter Boy’s tender 19 year old bottom would be fully exposed to the world at all times.
 
This provided Tarzan with easy access to it at any time of the day and night when he felt it was appropriate to turn his young ward over his knee and spank him hard. Which as an event that occurred on regular and frequent occasions.
 
 
Meanwhile, in his home on the edge of the jungle, Boy’s most deadly enemy was plotting against him. The Sangoma would never forgive the insult the white boy had carelessly tossed in his direction. Boy had the insolence to call him a mere “witch doctor” and he would pay dearly for that rudeness. 
The Sangoma’s anger had been slated for a while after having watched the butt punishment which Boy had suffered a few weeks earlier, but being prone to violent mood wings his anger had flared again and he decided further chastisement was due.

 

First he would use an ancient potion, the secret properties of which were known to heighten sensation, increasing pleasure and also discomfort by many levels, it was the second of these effects which the Sangoma intended for Boy, he grinned as he dipped the tips of his darts into the liquid.

 

Once his darts were prepared, the Sangoma began to work on another potion, for this he needed to use three of his prized Bhut Jolokia chili peppers, the hottest known to man and grown from seeds imported from Assam. When crushed and mixed with various African herbs and spices they would create a particularly fiery embrocation.
 
Sometime later the Sangoma was seen leaving his hut on the edge of the village and heading towards the jungle carrying a blow pipe and a goatskin bag. 
After stopping briefly at the cave where Tarzan stored provisions and where the ape man and Boy sheltered during the rainy season, the Sangoma set off in search of his target.
He didn’t have far to look, as he has expected Boy was crouching behind a bush by the riverbank watching a group of village girls bathing. 

 

As he crouched there, with his bare white 19 year old bottom raised, he presented an irresistible target for the Sangoma, who, while hiding behind a nearby tree quickly slipped a dart into his blowpipe and raised it to his lips. Taking aim, he inhaled deeply and then before blowing into the pipe.
 
The dart shot out of the pipe and ripped through the air, hurtling towards its exposed and tender target.

 

“Thwup!!” the dart hit Boy in the centre of his right butt cheek the needle like point penetrating his skin like a hypodermic injection shot from a cannon. “YEEEEEAAAAAOOOOOWWW!!” Boy let out a scream of agony as the pain shot through him.

 

The Sangoma grinned to himself as he looked at the feather ended dart sticking out of Boy’s behind like an odd little tale. He knew that, at that very moment the potion was already flowing through Boy’s veins where it would remain for the next 48 hours. The mixture would do no lasting harm to Boy, but whilst it remained in his body it would heighten sensitivity and sensation, so that anything Boy felt, be it pleasure, pain or even mild discomfort, would be considerably exaggerated.
 
If all went to plan, Boy would be experiencing quite a few sensations over the next two days, and few, if any, would be pleasurable ones.
 
Boy ran home clutching the dart in one hand and his throbbing backside with the other. However, when he found Tarzan, the older man was somewhat less sympathetic than he had expected.
“You have obviously been upsetting the villagers again” boomed Tarzan, “they would not be firing darts at you otherwise would they?!!” he said “What did I tell you would happen if you bothered the villager?”
 
“You can’t be serious!” protested Boy ”You can’t spank me! I’ve just been shot in the ass!”
 
“Maybe an even sorer bottom will help reinforce the message!” snarled Tarzan, who sat down on an exposed tree root grabbed hold of Boy threw him over his knee, and began spanking his upturned bare bottom.

By this stage the Sangoma’s potion gad begun to take effect, effectively tripling the stinging sensation caused by the impact of Tarzan’s hand on Boy’s bottom, to boy it felt like each smack was a branding iron searing his flesh. A spanking from Tarzan was bad enough at the best of times, but this one was a fire storm, and Boy immediately began to yell and scream as if he was being murdered.
 
“All that noise, because of a little prick!” shouted Tarzan, “What a baby you are” and he continued to spank with renewed gusto.
 
Watching from behind the tree, the Sangoma chuckled to himself, his plan was working, and this was just the start.

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That night Boy slept badly, his dreams were tormented by visions of hellish demons with branding irons and pointed tridents torturing his burning behind.

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The next morning Tarzan ordered Boy to leave the jungle and go on to the open land to collect a special herb which grew there.

 

Boy was in a bad mood, he was tired after the fitful nights sleep, and his behind still stung from the spanking he had received from Tarzan the day before, he had never known a spanking to sting for so long afterwards, “the old guy must have really hit hard!” he muttered.

 

As Boys was bending to pick the herbs, he failed to notice the brown python slithering towards him, in fact it was not until the huge snake lunged forward and wrapped itself around his legs and arms, trapping him in a bending position, that he even noticed it was there.
 
“Let go of me you overgrown worm” yelled Boy, but the serpent just tightened its grip causing Boy to bend even further into a more vulnerable and exposed position.

It was then that Boy heard the thunderous hooves pounding towards him. He could not see what was coming, but it was obviously large and heavy and probably none too friendly. He struggled to free himself and escape but the python held him firmly in place.
 
In fact the creature approaching Boy from behind was Old Sharp Horn a rhino with one of the longest and pointiest horns in all of Africa, and as the mighty animal lumbered forward that horn was pointed straight at Boy’s tight and puckering rosebud which was raised up and exposed by his humiliating position.

Despite its bulk and the seeming clumsiness of its movement, the rhinoceros hit its target with the precision of an archer striking a bullseye, the pointed horn forcing its way between the tight lips of boys rectum and skewering the errant but handsome like a kebab.

 
Its job done, the python released it’s grip and slithered away as the rhino raised its head, hooking Boy by the anus and lifting him off the ground.

His entire body weight now resting on his penetrated anus, Boy reached back and gripped the horn, on which he was now firmly impaled straining every muscle and breaking into a sweat in a relatively unsuccessful effort to prevent the sharp and hard tusk from entering further inside him.
 
The rhino turned and began to run causing Boy to bounce up and down on its horn, each bounce forcing the hard and rough object further up his behind, The unfortunate lad screamed in pain as his tight spincter was stretched wide and wider by the intruding shaft, to his horror he realised he was, in effect, being fucked by a rhino horn.

 

On the rhino trundled, its huge hoofs thudding on the ground and causing its mighty frame to shudder and jerk each movement thrusting the hard and tormenting horn into the unhappy youth impaled on its spiky end.
Then the great beast stopped dead in its tracks, and with one violent shake of its head, sent boy flying off its horn and high into the air before he came hurtling back down to land on a mound of earth in the centre of savanna, breaking the crust and landing heavily in the middle of the structure.

 

Stunned and sore Boy sat for a moment in the middle of the broken mound, despite his uncomfortable landing he was glad to be off that hard and thrusting horn. His relief was short lived, for when he attempted to lift himself free from the hole caused by his landing, he found he could not. The mound appeared to be a structure formed of a number of passageways leading to a central chamber. Boy’s bottom had broken through the ceiling of the chamber but was now firmly wedged between the sides of the hole he had created, like a cork jammed in a bottle neck.
 
He tried to struggle but that only served to jam his bare bottom further into the hole. He was trapped with only his head legs arms and shoulders above the ground, with the rest of him gripped firmly in a ‘v’ shape in the unyielding and compacted earth which made up the mound in which he had landed.
 
He tried to shout for help, but his voice echoed around the empty plain, and he knew there was nobody to hear him, as Tarzan was miles away back in the jungle.
 
His voice was heard though, the Sangoma, who had been hiding nearby patted the head of the great rhinoceros as it waddled past him on its way back to the river. “Well done Kifaro he whispered, you have done well!”

 

Back at the mound, Boy was wracking his brain to think of a means of escape when he sensed a tingle across his butt cheek as first one set of six tiny legs and then another began to crawl over his behind, followed by a third and a forth. At first he could not understand what was happening, but then he looked at the mound and accompanied by a growing horror the realisation of what it was began to dawn on him. It was an ant hill ….. HIS BARE ASS WAS STUCK IN AN ANT HILL!!

It was not just any ant-hill, there were African fire ants, a tiny creature renowned for is aggression and for the pain its bite was said to cause. Boy did not have long to wait before he discovered the truth of that claim, or to find out how fire ants earned their name when, as if sensing his fear as he tensed his body, one of the angry insects sunk its sharp and disproportionately large jams into his tender flesh, injecting a tiny but potent dose of its venom as it did so.

 

“AAAAAAGGGGHHHHOOOOWWWWW!!” screamed Boy as the pain shot into him like a red hot needle “YEEEEEAAAAOOOWW!” he yelled as another of the vicious creatures followed suit with. “Help me!!!!! AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!! …..HELP!!!”
 
The only one to hear his cries was the Sangoma, and there was no help to come from that quarter, the cruel man laughed as turned and made his way back to the village. He felt the white boy had been punished enough for now, especially with the one further surprise he had in store for the unlucky youth, assuming the ants didn’t eat him first!

 

The ants were now swarming over Boy’s invitingly presented behind and biting as they did so, including his most intimate tender and sensitive areas, the head of his penis and his tight little anus, injecting more of their agonizing venom as they did so. The creatures seemed to have an instinctive knowledge as to the most sensitive areas to attack, such as the the pink fleshy dimples at the very rim of his rectum causing a sensation not unlike being penetrated with a red hot poker.
 
Boy’s behind was now a zone or radiating pain, stinging as if it were in a furnace which was getting hotter and hotter with each brutal nip from the marauding ants.
 
By now boy was screaming, kicking his legs in the air and thumping the earth with his fists as if in an impotent attempt to beat away the pain, as hot tears ran down his cheeks.
Finally from somewhere he found the strength to heave himself out of the hole, but not before the ants has bitten every inch of exposed skin from the top of his thighs to the small of his back. Across his cheeks they had crawled, between them and into his most delicate and intimate crevices, and bitten everywhere they went.
 
Boy struggled to his feet, sobbing like a baby and clutching is punished behind he staggered away from the broken anthill and its ferocious inhabitants. He was free from the trap but the pain would not go away.
 
He had to get back to Tarzan and the soothing potions he kept in a cave at the middle of the jungle.
 
The journey home was long and painful, as the only bearable way to walk was with the bow-legged gait of a cowboy who had spent too long in the saddle, whie holding his butt cheeks apart to prevent the ant bits from rubbing together.
 
Tarzan acted immediately when Boy staggered into the clearing beneath their sleeping tree. Upon hearing what had happened he threw Boy over his shoulder and ran to the cave where he stored his provisions, including the the special soothing ointment made from various jungle ingredients,which he kept for dealing with burns and insect bites.

 Once in the cave, Tarzan sat down upon a rock and firmly placed Boy, bottom uppermost, between his knees, a position which gave him maximum access to the youth’s sorest parts.

Usually Boy would have found such a position demeaning and humiliation, but now all he cared about was that the pain go away.
Tarzan scooped a large dollop of the ointment from the bowl beside him and began to rub it firmly into boys stinging bottom, across the firm but very reddened young cheeks, then between them and into every intimate area. Noting the angry bites around Boy’s rectum, he gently inserted an ointment covered finger into the young man moving it around inside his anus.
 
“It will feel better soon!” he whispered.
 
Boy heard the reassuring tone in Tarzan’s voice, but he wasn’t reassured, for in fact far from feeling better his bottom was starting to feel even worse. Instead of soothing the sting, the pain seemed to be getting more intense as his behind became hotter and hotter “Stop!!” he gasped, “Are you using the right stuff?!!!”
 
“Of course I ………!!” Tarzan began to reply and then paused as he suddenly became aware of hot burning sensation on his hands, he turned his hands over and examined his palms which were both a sore and angry burning red colour and felt as if they had been badly sun burnt “…What on earth?!!”
 
He picked up the bowl of “ointment” and noticed for the first time that it had an unusual reddish tint to it, he dipped his finger in it and then touched his tongue and recoiled as the hot sensation hit him. Someone had swapped the soothing cream fir a paste containing extra powerful chillies and that was what he had been liberally applying to his ward’s punished posterior!

 

Boy leapt to his feet and let out a shriek of agony as he clutched his roasting behind “I’m on fire!!!!” he yelled as he rushed out of the cave letting out an ear splitting roar of anguish as he did so.
He continued to yell out in pain as he ran towards the river the fiery sensation in his behind getting hotter and hotter as he ran.
 
The sound of his cries echoed through the jungle and could be heard as far away as the Sangoma’s hut, causing him to chuckle, his plan has worked out perfectly!

Poor Boy sat at the top of the waterfall for hours hoping the cool water would sooth his stinging bottom, but unluckily for him, the Sangoma had mixed a powerful paste and it would be days before the sting in his tale even began to fade.

The (very Sore) end!!
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The Sting of the Jungle

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 The Sting of the jungle
(The Day nature bit Boy in the butt)

 

Based on an idea by Ben

 

Tarzan was looking through some old family photos taken some years earlier before Jane had left him and Boy and run off with a white Hunter from Pensacola.

 

Boy, however had stayed, and the older man marvelled at how the lad had changed over the years. Gone was the mischievous curly haired child, to be replaced by the handsome muscular eighteen year old, of whom Tarzan would have been immensely proud were it not for Boy’s continued petulant misbehaviour and adolescent arrogance, which until recently had frequently needed to be curbed by the vigorous application of a firm hand to a young bare bottom.Despite some misgivings, Tarzan had concluded that the best way to teach boy about the grown up world was to give him some responsibility.  It was for this reason he had decided to leave boy in charge of their home while he took a trip to the other side of the jungle to collect provisions.

Before Tarzan left, he lectured Boy, telling him how he must take care of the animals and treat them well.  The animals were all wild, but they lived peacefully with Tarzan and Boy because they were cared for and treated with respect “If Boy treat animals bad, they go back to their wild ways and turn against us!” he said “Treat animals well Boy, and they not turn round and bite you in the butt”“Don’t Fuss man! Of course I’ll treat them well” insisted Boy “And don’t call me ‘Boy’, I’m not a kid any more, we agreed my name would be Guy in future!”

“Okay ‘Guy of the Jungle’” smiled Tarzan indulgently “If you prove you are responsible while Tarzan away I won’t call you ‘Boy’ any more “But, to earn  grown up name you must behave like  grown up!”

“Sure… sure” shrugged Boy impatiently, irritated by such a dumb conversation, and looking forward to getting Tarzan off his back for a few days.

Of course, bad boys will be bad boys and as soon as Tarzan had left on his trip Boy revealed his true colors, sleeping in until noon, fooling about in the jungle pools instead of doing his chores or feeding the animals. ……

 and jacking off at every opportunity.
He also began to show some of the less pleasant sides to his nature, including a cruel and sadistic streak  towards the animals in his care, such as beating the zebras and antelopes with sticks.
He took particular pleasure in inflicting pain on the smaller and more defenseless animals such as Daxa the jackal, who received numbers unkind and painful kicks.

Cheetah, the oldest and wisest of the chimps watched Boy’s bad behaviour with growing concern, he knew that the bad boy had to be stopped and punished before an animal was harmed, or the peaceful order of this previously happy part of the jungle become permanently disrupted. He had a faint memory that the human alpha male Tar-zan had a special means of dealing with the younger male when it misbehaved, he could not recall the specifics, but knew it started with taking down the youngster’s loin cloth and baring its rump, so he concluded, if he was to resolve the problem that was what he would have to do.Cheetah jumped down from the branch he was sitting down, waddled across the clearing to where Boy stood, grabbed hold of the young man’s loincloth and, with one mighty tug, ripped it off.

“Give that back!” yelled Boy in outrage covering his exposed groin with his hands as the old chimp stood there seemingly grinning at him and holding his torn loincloth.Boy was suddenly aware that all the eyes in the jungle were upon him. It was difficult to understand why he would feel embarrassed by animals seeing him naked, after all they had no concept of clothing.  Yet, he did feel embarrassed and somehow humiliated.  He had known most of these animals all his life, and had always felt superior to them because his intimate parts were covered, while theirs were exposed, now he was as naked as they were, it was as if his superiority had also been stripped away.

In fact he felt more naked than the animals, they had fur, feathers or hard leathery hides covering them. Without his loincloth there was nothing to hide his tender pink skin.  Boy suddenly began to feel very vulnerable, and very exposed,

The animals also sensed the change, always quick to spot weakness in a rival, or in potential prey,  they knew instantly that the young human had lost its dominance over them, the power structure had changed and this was their chance to take control.

Equally importantly it was their chance to chastise the youngster for his misbehaviour in a manner which would ensure he did not repeat it.  They had watched the alpha male human chastise the boy in the past and recalled that he directed his attack at a particular part of the young man’s anatomy, his bare, pink rump.

That same rump now presented them with a very exposed and very tempting target. Instinctively the  jungle creatures knew those two hairless golden orbs were the part of Boy which they should punish.

 

It was Leah the zebra, the animal which boy had beaten with a stick earlier that day, who was first to take advantage of that tender target.  Turning round he lashed with his hind legs delivering  a mighty kick to Boys backside, each hoof impacting squarly in the centre of a butt cheek.So powerful was the kick that it sent Boy flying into a tree landing bare bottom up in the fork of two branches.

Unluckily for Boy, the impact of his landing shattered the side of a hornet’s nest in the branches above, sending a cloud of angry hornets swarming out all intent of wreaking vengeance on who or whatever destroyed their home.  The first thing the hornets saw was his upturned bare bottom, which they furiously began to sting, dive bombing him like squadrons of kamikaze pilots and ramming their sharp venom filled stingers into his tender flesh, sending lightning bolts of sharp pain surging into his eighteen year old bottom.  BZZZ…ZIT!    …BZZZ..IITT!  …. BZZZ…ITTT!

 

 “YAAAAHHHH!!! ….. OOOOWWWWAAAAAHH!! …. YEEEAAAACH!!” Screamed Boy, as the Hornet swarm continued angrily stinging his backside “HELP!!!”  He struggled to free himself but he was firmly trapped between the branches and all he succeeded in doing was forcing his bottom upwards, and causing the cheeks to spread presenting the hornets with ever wider areas of tender skin for them to sting, and sting they did, with fury and gusto, Each sting like a fierce electric shock biting into him.
The pain was so intense that tears were soon and the arrogant eighteen year old youth began sobbing like a baby,
Then suddenly, just when it seemed that the hornet assault on his stinging posterior would never end,  what felt like a strong arm wrapped itself around him and lifted him up from the branches and away from the buzzing angry hornets.

 

Boy looked back and discovered to his relief that it was Jando the great elephant which had come to his rescue, scooping him up with his long and articulate trunk.

The relief was short lived however, for, instead of lowering him to the ground, Jando immediately began striding purposefully through the jungle, with Boy clasped tightly in his curled trunk. The other jungle animals followed the marching elephant as if the understood his purpose.“Let me down!” demanded Boy “Let me down NOW!” but the elephant paid him no heed and kept on marching towards the edge of the jungle still carrying the sore bottomed and increasingly alarmed Boy.

Reaching the edge of the jungle, Jando approached a a large patch of prickly pear cactuses where he stopped holding Boy dangling above the spiky plants. Boy looked down at the cactus and saw the sharp pointy spines pointing up at him, and suddenly realised what the elephant was planning. “No please don’t!!” he yelled  “… Don’t drop me!! ….. PLEASE!!!”

His pleas were to no avail as when holding his young captive above the most prickly section on the patch, Jando released his grip and let Boy fall into the cactus, the unfortunate young hunk’s burning and hornet stung bottom landing heavily on the sharp pointy thorns.

Boy howled in agony as the cactus pricks jabbed into his already hyper sensitised behind, which now stung as if all the demons in Hell were stabbing it with red hot tridents.Boy, who had a low tolerance of pain at the best of times had never experienced such torment, it was as if nothing else in world existed apart from his poor tortured backside, which was now covered in both bulging hornet stings and cactus pricks.

He jumped to his feet and began blubbing like a baby, hot tears of anguish running down his handsome , but now streaked and blotchy face.

An old gorilla, who had helped Jane nurse Boy as a child, took pity on him and pulling him over her knee and began to gently remove the cactus pricks from the weeping eighteen year old’s tormented behind. Other apes came over to help with the removal of the prickly thornsThis was a lengthy process as there were a lot of pricks embedded in his tender skin, including some in the more intimate areas between his butt cheeks where they stung as if the hornets were still attacking them. Each extraction caused the miserable boy, who had never been given to bravery, to yell out in pain. He has finally stopped crying and lay there sniffing petulantly and feeling very humiliated and sorry for himself.

The final cactus thorn was embedded deeply in the most private, delicate and sensitive part of Boy’s bottom a fraction of a centimetre from his tight virgin rosebud and this extraction cause d him to yelp with pain “Be careful, you clumsy old baboon!” he snarled.

This was not a wise move the gorilla was hugely his superior in terms of strength and was intelligent enough to tell from his tone that it had been insulted. With an angry snort it pushed boy face down and delivered a dozen hard smacks to his smarting, up turned red buttocks.Boy struggled helplessly beneath the great ape’s vice like grip, protesting loudly and impotently ordering the animal to stop. Through his pain and anger, Boy was humiliatingly aware that he was, of all things, being spanked by a monkey!

Finally the gorilla released its grip on Boy, who crawled away on all fours his whole being consumed by the dual torture of his burning bottom and the equally mortifying hurt to his sensitive young ego.

 

Unfortunately for Boy, both his butt and his would receive further punishment before the day was out

 

Daxa the Jackal, seeing Boy’s well punished bottom raised high in the air, decided it was time to take revenged for the earlier kick, launching himself with a single bound, he jumped through the air and sunk his sharp teeth into Boy’s left butt check. a painful nip, which, although it did not break the skin, was made all the more excruciating by the extreme tenderness of Boy’s overall nether regions.Boy leaped to his feet clutching his backside and letting out a bellow of anguish, evidence for the first time ever that he might be a worthy successor to Tarzan, at least as far as the loudness of his jungle call was concerned.

Clutching his throbbing rear end Boy ran towards the river desperate to find some relief from the burning pain which pulsed from his bottom and through his frame.

 

Reaching the river, and oblivious to how ludicrous he might appear to any passing stranger, Boy gingerly lowered his blazing backside into the cool water, gasping at the cold sensation on his red-hot, bruised, stung and punctured skin, convinced he cold all but hear the steam hissing as water cooled his most punished part.Boy closed his eyes and sighed as the water at last brought some relief. As he lay back, allowing two rocks to take his weight while dangling his battered bottom in the soothing water, he thought back over the events of the last two hours and wondered in horror how it was possible that the jungle, which had been his home for eighteen years could have turned so hostile all of a sudden. He wonder if it had been a mistake to insult that witch doctor the week before, and whether his tortured tail would ever stop stinging.

Unknown to boy, beneath the water a large clawed African river crab was approaching him, the crab had never seen anything link the object in the form of two smooth globes with a tight puckering ring between them and what looked like a small eel and two spheres above, dangling in the water above it. being mostly colour blind, the crab could not wake out the bright red and pink shading of the object, but as it got closer to it, the crab could feel that the object was hot as it had perceptibly heated the water around it.

The curious crab reached out grasping a section of one of the globes between its huge claws and gave it a hard pinch.

With a piercing shriek Boy leapt out of the water grabbing at his newly assaulted bottom, it seemed nature was still on the offensive.

Boy suddenly became aware of a searing pain in another part of his anatomy altogether, he looked down and saw to his dismay that another, even larger grab had grasped the head of his penis between its strong pincers and was clinging on with a powerful, and extra ordinarily painful grip.

 

In desperation, he tried to shake the creature off but it just tightened its pinch to an even more agonizing degree as it still hung determinedly from the unfortunate Boy’s dick.
It took boy minutes of struggling with the stubborn crustacean until he eventually managed to prise his stinging manhood from between the crab’s claws and not before his poor little weaner was so bruised and sore that it would sting for days and it would be a week before he dared try to jack off…

“What you do Boy?” boomed a voice from the river bank. At the sound of the familiar voice Boy spun round and saw that Tarzan had returned, and that from the expression on his face, he was none too pleased.

Unaware of Boy’s ordeal, Tarzan had returned to their camp and found it in disarray, Boy had left it in a mess had done none of his chores, and worse still the animals which had been left under his charge were all in an agitated and disturbed state, leading Tarzan to suspect they had been mistreated.

“BOY COME NOW!!” Bellowed the Lord of the Jungle “BOY BAD!!”his voice booming through the otherwise now very silent jungle.

Boy reluctantly made his way to the river back, the last thing he needed after what he had just been through was an interminable lecture in duo-syllables from his muscle bound guardian.However, Tarzan had decided the matter had gone well beyond a lecture, Boy had betrayed the trust he had been put in and deserved to be punished, and he knew from experience that the only punishment which worked with Boy was a good hard bare bottom spanking.

As soon as Boy reached the river bank Tarzan grabbed hold of him by the ear and dragged him to a low hanging branch, which, Boy remembered to his horror, had been used as a spanking seat in the past. Realising what Tarzan had in mind, he yelled in furious protest “No!! Not THAT!! anything but THAT!!” he cried “I’m too old to bed …… spanked!!”

“Tarzan think boy too old for spanking before!” growled Tarzan, seating himself firmly on the branch, and pulling Boy across his lap, before adding “Tarzan wrong, Boy need spanking more now older!”

With that he raised his huge hard hand hard in the air before bringing it down with a thunderous WHACK! On Boys upturned bottom, followed by another SWACK! and another WHACK!.“AAAOOO!!” yelled Boy “No please! My ass is so sore …OWWWWW!! it’s been stung OUCH!! its been bitten! …. its been … AAAAAAOOOOOOWWWWW!!!”

“That good thing!” boomed Tarzan “Spanking on sore bottom good lesson! Boy feel spanking and Boy remember spanking, then maybe Boy behave!”

And Boy really felt the spanking, as Tarzan’s massive hand landed “WHACK! WHACK!” right on a hornet sting “WHACK! WHACK!”just where Daxa the jackal’s sharp teeth had sunk into his tender flesh “WHACK! WHACK!” landing where the prickly pear had jabbed him “WHACK! WHACK!” on the bruise from the zebra’s hoof “WHACK! SMACK! WHACK!”right on another hornet sting and then on another ….“WHACK! WHACK! …WHACK! WHACK!”Boy struggled, he cried, he kicked his legs and he struggled some more but all to no avail, Tarzan had him in grip no less tight than he had earlier been held by the elephant, there was no escape and no avoiding that relentless hand hammering down slap after slap after slap on his well roasted cherry red bottom.The jungle animals gathered round watching in fascination as the eighteen year old sadist who had so recently been their tormentor received the latest stage of his well overdue comeuppance.

“After now Tarzan spank Boy often” bellowed Tarzan “Boy never too old for spanking!” and boy could tell from his tone that he meant it.

It seemed to Boy as if the spanking continued for hours, and certainly Tarzan did not relent until Boy’s glowing posterior resembled nothing less than two ripe red tomatoes, and he was satisfied that his young jungle companion would not be sitting down for some days to come.At last he released his grip, and boy stumbled to his feet, rubbing his hand blasted behind and sobbing like a child, huge wet tears running down his streaked and reddened face.

“Boy Learn lesson?” demanded Tarzan

Sadly Boy had not learned is lesson well enough to realise when to keep his mouth shut. “Fuck you Tarzan!” he snarled “Fuck you”

Tarzan reached out and grabbed boy by the shoulder turning the youth round to face him “No Boy!” he snapped “Now Tarzan, him fuck you!”

 

 

With that, he bent the outraged and very sore bottomed Boy over and did just that!!and continued to do for hours until dusk began to fall!

That night Boy slept fitfully, the pain from his behind which now burned and throbbed on the outside and ached and throbbed inside, made it hard to sleep, and when he did manage to sleep he dreamed he was in hell and that demons were jabbing him in the bottom with red hot tridents, while forcing a massive phallus into his tight rectum.As most of the jungle slept the night creatures were aware of a warm pink glow in the darkness and it was not coming from the glow worms and fireflies.

On the edge of the forest the witch doctor whom boy had insulted chucked to himself as he gazed into the flames. Had the white boy been punished enough? He wasn’t sure, but would decide in the morning…………….