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The Sting of the City (Part 3)

The
Sting of the City (Part 3)
(More of the Sting of the Jungle series)
Breaking
into Marc and Kam’s apartment was easy for Boy, because of his long
practised climbing skills he was able to reach an open window, which
would have challenged the most nimble cat burglar. However, he did
not have the common sense, or cunning, to match his ability to climb,
so it did not occur to him that there might be items on the window
sill, which would clatter noisily if knocked over, or that the two
men might have been expecting him.

Having
made enough noise to alert the most unsuspecting householder that
there might be an intruder, Boy crept into the hallway, hoping that
the men might be asleep and he still had the element of surprise. Of
course, he was out of luck.
Boy
froze as an amused voice behind him spoke “Good morning Guy!, I
wondered if you would pay us a visit. Now if you could drop that gun
I might not have to shoot you!”
Boy
turned round and saw a grinning Marc Temple standing behind him,
holding his own gun which was pointing straight at his groin. Boy’s
first instinct was to try and shoot Marc first, but realised just in
time that, before he had even had time to raise his gun, Marc would
almost certainly have time to fire a bullet into him, and from the
angle Marc was aiming it would be his much prized manhood which took
the impact.
Reluctantly
he loosened his grip on his gun and let it fall to the floor.
At
that moment, Kam appeared at the doorway, having apparently been in
the shower. “I see we have a visitor!” he said.
“A
visitor who was planning something very nasty!” replied Marc
looking down at Boy’s discarded gun “But, don’t worry Guy, we
forgive you, don’t we Kam?”
Kam
raised an eyebrow quizzically, not sure what Marc had in mind.
“In
fact”, continued Marc, “To prove there are no grudges, we are
going to give you a tennis lesson!”
“What
the fuck are you talking about?” sneered Boy, keen not to show any
fear.
“You’ll
see!” replied Marc “but first, you won’t need your clothes …
now strip”
Reluctantly,
and glowering furiously Boy obeyed, removing his t-shirt, shorts and
sneakers, leaving only his jockstrap and socks.
“Great!”
laughed Marc “Now lets go play tennis” he motioned with his gun,
pointing to a door at the end of the hall.
“Don’t
start without me!” chuckled Kam hurrying into the bedroom to get
dressed, “this should be fun!”
A
very unhappy and apprehensive Boy walked slowly towards the door
which Marc had indicated. Upon opening it he saw a narrow staircase
leading downwards.
“one
real bonus to our apartment! Said Marc “is that we have sole access
to and use of the basement which we intend to convert into our …….
er … games room!” he again gesticulated with his gun “The
janitor is not around at weekends, so we will not be disturbed. Go
on, you can lead the way!”
Boy,
followed by Marc, walked down the stairs, which, after passing three
sealed doors to other floors in the building, led into a large and
mostly empty cellar.
“Roll
that barrel into the middle of the room!” ordered Marc, speaking
with a newly dominant tone, and pointing to an old wooden barrel by
the wall.
“What
for?” asked Boy grudgingly
“Do
as you are told, if you don’t want a lead implant!” shouted Marc
aiming the gun at Boy’s groin again.
The
barrel of the gun and the clear threat in Marc’s voice was all the
incentive Boy needed to do as he was told. He tipped the barrel on
it’s side and rolled it top the centre of the room. As he was doing
so they were joined by a barefoot Kam, who had hastily donned a
T-shirt and jeans.
Once
the barrel was in place the men ordered Boy to lie face down over it
and then proceeded to tie him over it with ropes which were
conveniently lying by the wall. While doing so, they tightened the
ropes around Boy’s legs, so that his jockstrap framed bottom was
spread and exposed. Boy could feel the cold air on his most intimate
parts and cringed knowing his light anus was now fully visible to
these two gay men.
“Ever
heard the expression ‘we’ve got you over a barrel’ Guy?” asked Marc
with a grin “well, now it’s for real, and we can do whatever we
want!”
Boy’s
mind raced, imagining what they might have planned for him, every
option which occurred to him more frightening and unpleasant that the
previous one. None, however, came close to what the men actually had
in store for him.
To
his horror, Boy heard a rumbling sound, as some large contraption on
wheels was pulled across the room. In vain he tried to peer over his
shoulder in order to see what had been placed behind him, but because
of the way he was tied down he was unable to look back far enough to
see what was there!
“W…What’s
that?” he asked, unable to control the tremor in his voice “What
are you doing?”
“It’s
a tennis ball machine!” replied Marc “we use it to help improve
our swing!”
“You
have probably noticed we have quite effective swings!” added Kam
“It’s
a clever little machine, it shoots out tennis balls which we have to
hit with out racquets”. Explained Marc, “You have to be fast, as
the balls travel at a speed … especially when I turn it up to
maximum! ….. allow me to demonstrate!”
He
pressed a button on a control pad, and a ball shot out of the
contraption behind Boy and hit him with a hard “WHAM!” on his
upraised behind.
“AAAOWCH!”
yelled Boy
“See
what I mean!” smiled Marc “Now we can play a game, however, as
you haven’t got a racquet, you can use your butt to stop the balls!”
He pressed the button again sending another ball hurting towards Boy,
and bouncing off his bare bottom with a loud “THWACK!”
“As
I said I can vary the speed, and if I set it on automatic it will
shoot out a ball every five seconds!!” he pressed the button again
and another ball whammed into Boy’s butt cheek, leaving a circular
red mark next to the previous two. “However, we might do that
later, for now we will keep the controls on ‘Manual’ so we can test
our aim!”
“Stop
it you Bastards!” yelled Boy “That fucking hurt!”
“And
this will hurt even more!” replied Marc as he pushed the button
twice in succession, sending two balls hurtling out out of the
machine, one after the other and hitting Boy’s behind on the same
spot, a fraction of a second apart.
“what
you were planning to do to us, with that gun, was a lot worse than
we are doing to you!” shouted Kam “so you deserve this!” He
turned to Marc, “Give me the control, it’s my turn!”
Marc
handed him the control, and Kam, who, in turn, fired a series of
tennis balls at Boy’s now very sore bottom
“And
you present such a tempting target!” added Marc
“I
spot an even more tempting target!” laughed Kam, pointing at Boy’s
little pink anus which was exposed due to the way boy’s legs and butt
cheeks were held apart by the ropes. “How do I aim this thing?”
“use
the blue dial, next to the red button!” replied Marc “it controls
the angle of the pipe the balls come out of!”
Kam
moved the dial slightly, as instructed, and pressed the button,
sending a hard round tennis ball, shooting towards Boy and hitting
him hard in the middle of his right butt cheek.
“Damn
Missed!”
He
tried again, but this time succeeded only in hitting the top of Boy’s
thigh, just where it connected with his left butt cheek, this was an
especially sensitive area and Boy screamed in pain.
“Here,
give it to me!” said Marc “let me do it!”
Taking
the control from Kam, Marc fiddled with the dial and again pressed
the button, but aiming the device at such a small, tight target was
more difficult than he thought and again, one tennis ball missile
after another whammed into the reddening cheeks of Boy’s bare bottom.
“Damn
thing!” he muttered “It’s designed to shoot the ball out at
different angles to challenge the player, but I should be able to aim
it!”
He
tried again, gently moving the dial to one side, and held it still
while he pressed the button with a free finger. This time the ball
was right on target, it shot out of the funnel at the front of the
machine, hurtled through the air and collided with Boy’s delicate
puckering portal with a bruising “BAM!” sending an electric like
shock of pain shooting through Boy, from his prostate to his jaw.
Boy
yelled in agony, as the two sadists cheered in delight. “Bullseye!”
yelled Marc “He will have felt that!”
Let
me have another try laughed Kam, reaching for the control.
Boy
now realised that Marc and Kam were enjoying themselves, and were not
going to stop, he was either going to get out of this situation, or
these men were going to do him serious injury, or maybe worse. He
knew that many young men went missing each year in America, and
frantically wondered how many of them had fallen victim to the likes
of these two.
Summoning
up all the strength in his arms, developed over his years growing up
climbing trees and swinging on vines, he strained his muscles and
pulled on the ropes attaching him to the barrel.
At
that moment, Kam pressed the controls and sent another tennis ball
flying at Boy’s behind. Although this ball, again missed his anus,
it bounced off his left cheek with a violent “Thud!”. The blow
sent a searing surge of pain shooting through his body and, as if by
a miracle, the impact, gave him the extra strength he needed to break
the ropes holding his wrists and ankles and freeing him.
He
leapt to his feet and swung round to face the men, and, as he did so,
realised that Marc no longer had his gun in his hand. Confident that
Boy could not escape, Marc had placed it on a table at the side of
the room, and now both Marc and Boy dived for it.
By
far the more agile, Boy reached the gun first, grabbing it he turned
to face the other two.
“I
should kill you bastards!” he hissed
“Do
that, and you really will go to prison Guy!”
“No
I won’t, I am going home!” snarled Boy “fuck this damn city!”
he paused “Give me your wallets!”
With
the weapon pointed at them, the men had no option other than to obey
and handed over their billfolds. Boy quickly rifled the wallets with
one hand, whilst keeping the two angry men at gunpoint with the other
before stuffing a wad of notes and two credit cards into the front
pouch of his jockstrap.
He
then ordered Kam to tie up Marc, before tying up Kam himself, he
couldn’t allow the guys to call the police before he had made his
escape.
Leaving
Mike and Kam tied to chairs, where they would remain until the
janitor arrived the next day, boy climbed out of the basement window
and ran off down the street, causing a lot of surprised glances given
his scanty attire and bright red bottom.
Two
hours later. Boy was at the airport, holding a one way ticket
purchased with one of the men’s credit cards, and queueing for the
first flight back across the ocean to the relative safety of the
jungle.
________________
The
Sting of the jungle will continue.

The Sting of the City (Part 2)

Continuing
the Sting of the Jungle Series
It
was early Friday evening and most of the staff at the brokerage firm
where Boy now worked had left for the weekend. Usually Boy would
have been one of the first out the door, keen to spend his wages,
rent money, and undisclosed additional income in the clubs and bars
of the Upper West Side, enjoying the company of the scantily clad
girls and women who always crowed around him due to his good looks
and lavish spending habits.

However,
this Friday Boy had stayed late in the office, he had received a
mysterious memo instructing him to attend a special out of hours
meeting on the executive floor. Boy was curious to know what the
meeting was about, and why he had been invited. Arrogantly, and with
a startling lack of self awareness, he wondered if he was in line for
a promotion or bonus. Although, in truth, his standard of work could
hardly warrant a reward of any sort.
Had
he been so tardy and careless with his chores back in the jungle,
Tarzan would certainly have toasted his little bottom, however,
nothing like that was going to happen in the city, or so Boy thought.
Just
before six thirty boy took the elevator to the 18th floor,
the executive floor, where the meeting was due to take place, he
glanced at himself in the mirror, and was pleased he looked so hot
and handsome in his new, black, designer suit.
When
he was in the jungle, Boy had no interest in his appearance, but
since he had been in the city, and discovered how women responded to
his handsome looks, he had added personal vanity to his long list of
character flaws.
He
smiled to himself, confident that his appearance would impress the
bosses he was about to meet with.
What
Boy did not know, was that all the company executives were attending
a weekend team building seminar in Colorado, and the executive floor
was, therefore, unoccupied that evening.
When
the elevator arrived on the 18th Floor, Boy made his way
to the office where he had been told the meeting was to be held.
Expecting the room to be full of company bosses, he knocked on the
door rather than walking straight in.
“Come
in” said a strangely familiar voice.
Boy
entered the room and to his surprise, instead of seeing a room full
of a room full of company executives and bosses, as he had been
expecting, the only people there were, as he would put it, “that
weedy Marc Temple guy from the office and the Polish faggot from IT”.
Boy
was angry, he had stayed late in the office on a Friday hoping for a
reward or promotion, not to have a meeting with two insignificant
jerks. “What do you morons want?” he sneered.
“Ah
Guy!” smiled Marc “Thanks for accepting our invitation, we have
something we would like to show you.”
“Can’t
it wait until Monday? I have plans!”
“I
think you will want to see this now” replied Kam, pointing at a
computer screen.
Making
no effort to hide his irritation Boy stomped across the room, and
looked at the monitor Kam was indicating. At first the jumble of
data made no sense, but then as what he was looking at began to
become clear an icy chill ran down the handsome blonde lad’s spine.
The
data Kam was showing him detailed each time Boy had secretly syphoned
funds from the company account and paid them into his own bank
account. He had thought he had been so clever, by only diverting
small amounts each time, but Kam’s report had highlighted every time
he had done it.
“That’s
quite an amount you have been stealing from the company Guy”
grinned Kam, “Just under $30,000 in two months, …. you being so
greedy made it easier to spot”
“I
would guess that would be worth about five years in prison!” said
Marc, unable to hide the glee in his voice “Probably more given
your betrayal of trust!”
“Prison
won’t be fun!” murmured Kam “What with you being such a pretty
boy and all!” he laughed “Your little butt will get screwed by
every con in the joint!”
Boy
was stunned, he couldn’t believe that his genius plan had been so
easily detected. His initial reaction was that this was some sort of
shake down, and he began calculation how much of his ill gotten gains
he could offer these grinning fags to keep them quiet. The evidence
was to clear to deny, so he had to make a deal.
“Okay,
okay Guys!” he snapped, furious at being caught out, whilst trying
and failing to sound reasonable “how much do you want?”
“We
don’t want your money Guy” replied Marc “We want your butt!”
“Fuck
off!” Boy almost snarled “I’m not like that!”
“We
don’t want to fuck you fella’! … well, maybe another time”
laughed Kam “Right now we are going to spank you!”
Boy
stepped backward, as if struck, those were words he had hoped never
to hear again. “No chance you ….. you … fuck!!” he stammered
“That’s not happening!”
“Either
we spank you, or you are going to jail Guy!” sneered Marc
“Where
all the cons will be after you as their bitch!” added Kam
“Guys
… guys … lets be reasonable about this!” said a now very
nervous boy.
“Drop
your pants!” relied Marc picking up a wooden ruler from the desk,
and sitting down on a conveniently paced chair next to a desk overlooking Central Park “and then get over
my knee!”
Boy
could see from Marc’s expression that he was deadly serious, that
ruler looked as if it had the potential to inflict a lot of pain, but
there didn’t seem any way of avoiding being spanked with it. To his
horror he saw that Kam was holding a rubber soled carpet slipper,
which he had clearly brought with him for the purpose of spanking
Boy’s butt. Tarzan had once spanked him with an old slipper, and he
knew how much they could sting.
Reluctantly
Boy unbuttoned his suit pants and let them slip down to his knees.
“And
your underpants!” ordered Marc “drop them now”
Marc
and Kam looked on in barely concealed delight, as the now very
miserable Boy pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his white
cotton underpants and slowly lowered them, exposing his cock and
balls as he did so.
Marc’s
sadistic instincts were conflicted, whilst being impressed by the
size of Boys equipment, he had secretly hoped this blond hunk would
have a small cock which would add to the humiliation of its exposure,
yet, at the same time he relished the prospect of belittling and
punishing such a perfect, and well proportioned, specimen as the
beautiful young man, now standing before him with his underpants
around his knees.
“Now
get over my knee!” he snapped
“You
can go over mine next!” laughed Kam, smacking the slipper against
the palm of his hand.
“You
bastards will pay for this!” snarled Boy as, knowing he had no
other option but to obey, he shuffled angrily towards the sneering
Marc, and laying face down across his knee.
The
two men then took it in turn to spank Boy’s bare and, as ever, very
tender, bottom.
First
Marc gave him twenty four swinging swat with his wooden ruler, as Boy
struggled and kicked over his lad, and Kam stood watching.
Kam
then took Marc’s place and began whacking Boy with the rubber soled
slipper, as Marc watched, laughing and calling out encouragement as
he did so.
Boy
was seething with anger, he had left the jungle to escape from Tarzan
and the thousand different creatures which kept hurting his bare
bottom, and now here he was on the 18th floor of a New
York skyscraper, 4,000 miles from the jungle, getting his bare butt
spanked by two sniggering gay boys!!
After
he had finished spanking Boy with the Slipper, Kam followed by Marc
gave Boy a firm hand spanking, which, in both cases, culminated in a
rapid fire series of fast hard slaps to reinforce the message.
Throughout
the ordeal Boy was ordered to remove various items of clothing, until
at the end he stood totally naked before them clutching his sore and
well spanked bottom.
He
had hoped that, by escaping to the city he would never have a sore
bottom again, how wrong could he be?!!
“Have
you done?” he mumbled knowing, despite the growing fury in side him
that he now had no chance of regaining any dignity in front of these
two.
“Done?”
echoed Kam “Have we done?” the note of mockery in his voice so
obvious that Boy’s initial, and barely controlled impulse was to
knock his teeth down his throat.
“No
Guy” smiled Marc, “We haven’t ‘done’ … not close!”
“W…what
…. but you just spanked my ass!”
“One
little spanking, won’t cover what you’ve done!” he paused to enjoy
the pleasure of watching the horror spread across Boy’s handsome face
“We plan to spank you whenever, we feel like it, wherever we decide
to, and with whatever we chose!”
“And”
added Kam “I think we are going to feel like it quite often!”
“No!
You can’t do that …..!!” spluttered Boy
“Your
choice fella’” Replied Kam with a shrug “Either you take the
spankings, or you are going to prison!”
Of
course, Boy had no option gut to submit to the couple’s demands, and
over the next week he would receive at least on text or e-mail from
Marc or Kam instructing him to either stay late after work or meet
them in some unoccupied room within the office, such as one of the
the basement stock rooms, where he would receive yet another stinging
spanking.
Within
days boy’s behind was so well spanked and sore that the sting never
faded, and he literally could not sit down without discomfort.
By
the following Friday evening, as Boy lay face down on his bed trying
to cool down his burning bottom with fans and ice cubes he knew he
was going to have to take drastic action to bring this situation to
an end.
Boy’s
bad luck had followed him across the ocean, he was being blackmailed
by two men with genuinely sadistic instincts, and limited compassion.
The guys were clearly enjoying their sadistic pleasures and also
having such extensive power over him. He knew they would not stop and
that if he didn’t obey their orders they would make good their
threat, and enjoy doing it.
His
only option was to stop them, permanently.
************
Despite
the gun laws in New York, it had proved very easy for Boy to obtain a
gun. Even though he had only been in the country for a short time,
he had made some very shady acquaintances, including people happy to
supply him with a weapon and not ask any questions.
Therefore,
early the following Sunday morning, when he guessed that Marc and Kam
would still be in bed, he made his way to their down town apartment,
with a gun in his hand and murder on his mind.
***********
TO BE CONTINUED …….

The Sting Of The City (Part 1)

The Sting of The City


Continuing
the “Sting of the Jungle” series
It
had been a long flight across the Atlantic, during which Boy had not
made himself popular with the flight crew as he bounded around inside
of the aircraft, hanging from, the luggage lockers, constantly
demanding food, which he insisted on eating with his fingers, and
occasionally trying to peer up the female flight attendants’ skirts.
However,
to the intense excitement of Boy, and the relief of his fellow
passengers the plane finally landed at John F Kennedy airport in New
York.

Boy
had surprisingly little difficulty getting through customs and
immigration control. This was possibly due to the fact that his
loincloth was so short he was self evidently not smuggling anything,
and, by coincidence the staff on duty were either females or gay
males, all of whom were enchanted by his golden haired good looks and
had not had the opportunity to experience his less attractive
character traits.

Boy
had convincingly claimed that he was visiting relatives in New York
and would be returning to the jungle in a few weeks, and, although he
had no idea where his US relatives lived and had no intention of ever
returning to Africa, he had been believed and let through.
Therefore,
it was not long before he was walking into the arrivals lounge,
excitedly anticipating starting his new life in America, free of all
the jungle creatures, which all seemed intent on stinging his bottom.
Thrilled by his liberation, Boy at first failed to notice the
interest his near naked appearance was causing to those around him.
Dressed in nothing more than a skimpy loincloth, Boy certainly stood
out from the crowd.
However,
although some may have been shocked by his lack of clothing, for the
majority of observers his toned and athletic young body was an
unexpected site which engendered more feelings of admiration and lust
than disapproval.
Having
no US dollars to pay for a taxi, Boy had a long bare foot walk before
he eventually arrived in the city, and it was only then that he began
to notice the attention his appearance was causing. As he walked down
the street he suddenly realised that people were stopping to stare at
him, which made him feel uncomfortable and very exposed by comparison
with everyone else.
Distracted
by his discomfort, and unfamiliar with navigating city streets Boy
accidentally stepped into the road and jumped with a start as a
yellow cab almost hit him and it flashed past blaring it’s horn.
A
second cab, passing in the other direction actually brushed against
him, it’s side mirror catching his loincloth and tearing it from him
as it passed.
All
of a sudden Boy was totally naked standing in the middle of a crowded
New York street, surrounded, by people all staring, pointing and
laughing at him. 

Crushed by embarrassment, Boy clamped his hands
over his exposed groin, but could not cover his bare bottom, which
was now on full display.

Instantly
his jungle training came back to save him, with three huge bounds,
over the roofs of passing cars, he grabbed the side of a building,
and like the, ape trained, boy he was, began swiftly and deftly
climbing up the side of the towering structure.
Up
and up the side of the skyscraper he climbed, his well practised feet
and fingers finding tiny footholds in the seemingly sheer surface
until he was almost in the clouds, however, heights were no problem
for Boy, who had spent much of his time in the jungle canopy, he was
just happy to be out of the sight of the crowds below.
Boy
finally reached a penthouse roof garden at the top of one of the
towers where the foliage, albeit in large wooden plant boxes, gave
him a sense of home and security where he could hide from this
strange, clothes wearing world he had landed in.
Kneeling
behind a low wall, he peered over the edge watching city life rushing
on below him, and decided to wait for nightfall, when darkness would
enable him to hide from people as he hunted for some means of
covering his naked body.
Of
course, unlike the jungle, night in the city did not bring darkness,
if anything the lights from the streets and buildings made it even
brighter than daylight.
However,
Boy knew that he could not stay in his eyrie forever, and that he had
to scavenge for clothes and food, so eventually he began a careful
descent from the top of the building, climbing down the back of the
structure, where there was less direct light.
Once
reaching the ground he kept to the shadows and dark alleyways, until
he reached an empty side street leading off a larger street
consisting mainly of shops, which, as the shops were now closed, was
considerably less crowded than elsewhere in the city.
Boy
crept down the street fascinated by the array of clothes on sale,
until he saw, what he assumed to be, a very smart light grey designer
suit, which looked as it was in his size. The suit was similar to one
he had seen in a picture in an in flight magazine he had read on the
flight over.
In
the picture, the man in the suit had been surrounded by beautiful and
scantily clad women all gazing adoringly at him. Perhaps owning a
similar suit could gain Boy similar adoration from equally hot
chicks.
Moments
later the shop window shattered as a garbage bin, which boy had
easily broken free of it’s attachment to a nearby lamp post, smashed
through it. Boy jumped into the window, deftly avoiding the broken
glass, and quickly stripped the suit from the mannequin, before also
grabbing a shirt, tie and shoes which were also on display.
With
the stolen clothes under his arm, Boy sprinted off into the night.
***********
Once
he had clothes and with his innate guile and good looks, it did not
take Boy long to find a room in a shared apartment with a middle aged
man called Wesley Ritter, who was prepared to wait for the rent, if
he could watch boy showering. Boy thought this odd, but assumed it
was a “city folk thing”, and went along with it in exchange for
somewhere to live.
In
addition to housing Boy on the promise of future rent, Wesley used
his contacts to get Boy a job in brokerage firm in Lower Manhattan,
which was how Boy was to start his brief, and ill fated, career in
high finance.
Rechristening
himself as Guy, and wearing his stolen grey suit, Boy, with his
handsome blonde looks, and boyish charm was initially welcomed warmly
by his fellow workmates, especially with the females and gay men.
However,
it was not long before the less attractive side the Boy’s character
began to show itself. Free from the moderating influence of Tarzan’s
firm, hard. hand and even harder paddle, it was not long before Boy’s
arrogant, selfish and downright nasty behaviour had totally alienated
his co-workers.
Boy’s
bad behaviour extended to his leisure hours, when he wasn’t pursuing
women at city bars and nightclubs, he was using his jungle learned
athletic prowess to bully and humiliate weaker and less able people.
Being almost totally self interested, Boy did not realise how
unpopular he was making himself.
Among
those who had originally welcomed “Guy” warmly, but soon learned
better were Marc Temple and Kamil (Kam) Nowak, two gay men who, after
having met through work had recently moved together. Being gay, Marc
and Kam had initially been delighted by the newcomer’s handsome
appearance and athletic young body, however, this did not last long,
and they soon developed a strong dislike for their new co-worker,
albeit, while still considering him totally hot.
They
also soon realised that Guy was up to no good, as he was clearly
spending far more money than he could possibly be earning. Kam
worked in the firm’s IT department, so he was able to view Guy’s
computer records and discover that the young villain was syphoning
company funds into his own bank account.
“Ha!”
cried Marc when Kam showed him the evidence “Now we get to teach
that jerk a lesson!!
“Yes!”
smiled Kam, he is going to get what he deserves!”
TO
BE CONTINUED 

*******

An Unlucky Skinny Dipper

Randall
should have looked before sitting down on that rock, but who Knew
hedgehogs sunbathed?!! 
Randall’s
luck got even worse, as he was jumping up and down clutching his
sore, hedgehog pricked bottom, Officer Dickman came past and saw that
he had broken park rules by swimming nude in the pond.
Within
moments Randall was over the policeman’s knee receiving a hard bare
bottom paddling. To make matters worse two players from the baseball
team arrived to watch.

 

The JockPunishers – Episode 1 “Logan and the Chilli Crushers”

The
JockBusters – Episode 1
Logan
and the Chilli Crushers
Adam
Murphy, Darren Galloway and Todd Singer, had first met at their local
gym after many years during which all three, being shy and studious
boys, with limited skills on the sports field, had been the victims
of bullying and hazing by handsome, athletic jocks who had made their
lives generally miserable.
This
pattern had continued when they became young adults, and by pure
coincidence, all three had finally concluded that the best way to
deal with the ongoing harassment was to toughen up and fight back, it
was for this reason that they had joined the gym.
The
trio soon became good friends, and it was not long before they began
sharing their experiences, and it was then they discovered how much
they had in common, both in terms of what had happened to them, and
also a shared desire to exact revenge, not only for themselves, but
also for other victims of bullies.
Together
they decided that it was time for payback, and that the handsome,
arrogant, jocks and athletes who believed their superior strength and
good looks gave them the automatic right to torment weaker guys would
find themselves on the other side of the punishment, and it would be
they who would be getting their cute butts kicked, spanked and
generally abused.
And
thus the Jock Punishers were born.
The
first unfortunate jock to encounter justice at the hands of the Jock
Punishers was Logan Fairchild. Logan’s family had made a fortune
importing hot chillies from the Far East, bought for a pittance from
poor farmers and sold at ten times cost price in America.
Despite
being a talented swimmer, with a great physique, Logan’s grades would
never have earned him a place at college, had his family money not
eased his path.
Although
Logan’s athletic good looks made him stand out from the crowd, he
also stood out by virtue of the sheer unpleasantness of his
character. Things in life had always come easy for Logan, however,
instead of being grateful, his good luck had made him arrogant and
selfish, features which, together with his innate cruel streak made
him the ideal subject for the Jockpunishers’ brand of justice.
Logan
had often bullied smaller, weaker guys, however, he had also
developed a nasty habit of hitting his girlfriends. This was getting
more violent each time it happened, and his last girlfriend, Mary
Jane Danvers, had ended up in hospital after he got drunk and beat
her up.
Of
course, as usual, Logan’s Daddy’s money had saved him from the
consequences of his actions. An expensive, smooth talking, lawyer
had made any charges go away, and the girl’s family had been paid
off. So, once again, Logan thought he’d got away with it and that he
could carry on being top Jock on campus, as if nothing had happened.
The Jockpunishers however, had an entirely different plan for him!
____________________________________
After
a late night swim, Logan was in the locker room shower, he thought he
was alone, however, he was wrong.
Intent
on cleaning his private parts in advance of an anticipated hot date
with a new girlfriend later that evening, Logan did not notice that
three shadowy figures had entered the room and were quietly creeping
towards him.
It
was not until they were standing right behind him they he realised
someone was there! He spun round to find three men, all dressed in
black, grinning menacingly at him. All three held what appeared to
be large Paddle ball pats, with the ball and string removed.
“What
the fuck do you perverts want?”! He snapped
“Your
Ass!” replied one of the men. As he delivered a resounding SMACK to
Logan’s bare, wet, butt cheek!
“OWW!
Fuck You!” shouted Logan, trying hard to hide how nervous the
malevolently grinning men made him feel. “Who are you?”
“We
are your worst nightmare Logan!” replied one of the grinning men,
“We are going to give you what you deserve!” He lifted the paddle
he was holding “and that means you will not be sitting down for a
while!”
Like
most bullies, Logan was a natural coward, strong and aggressive when
dealing with a woman or a lone and weaker male, he reacted with
increasingly terrified panic when confronted with three strong men.
“Guys…
guys, … I don’t know what your beef is, but can we talk about
this?”
“No
chance!” Came the reply, as the men grabbed him and and pulled him,
protesting, to the athletic medical training room next to the
showers.
They
pushed him face down across a training table and tied his hands and
feet together, before securing them to the table.
Logan
realised there was no point trying to argue with the three men so he
tried calling for help “HELP! … HELP ME!!” he yelled.
Moments
later, he was silenced when a sock was pushed into his mouth and held
there with a white cotton gag.
Struggling
against his binds, Logan’s eyes widened with nervous bemusement when
one of the men took a plastic bag from his pocket and emptied a small
collection of chillies onto one of the training benches. Logan
recognised them as Thai Demon Chillies, a particularly hot type of
chilli pepper, which his family imported from the Far East.
“All
will become clear!” grinned one of the men, noticing Logan’s
bemused expression.
“We
are here to punish you Logan” continued another of the black clad
men. “I doubt you have ever been really punished in your life, and
you have got away with many things, now its payback time!”
“Comeuppance!”
added the third man.
“We
are going to ensure that you pay for what you did to people like Mary
Jane and all the others you have abused and bullied in the past!”
“And
we decided to make it a poetically appropriate punishment. We will
punish the part of you which most symbolises your character, and we
will use the very things which enabled your family to buy you out of
trouble! Continued the first man, as he picked up a chillie.
“We
are going to demonstrate an inventive new method of crushing
chillies!” he laughed “and we are going to use your pretty ass to
do it!”
Then,
while the other two men held Logan still the first man reached out
his hand and parted the cheeks of Logan’s smooth white buttocks,
exposing the young jock’s tight, pink, and, until then, virgin anus. 
 
He
inserted the pointed end of the chilli into the tiny, puckered,
orifice, which closed tightly around it, so that the other end of the
chilli, with the tip of green stem protruded upwards, poking out,
like a periscope, from between the snowy white cheeks.
Due
to his fear, Logan’s muscles tightened, involuntarily gripping the
chilli even tighter, so that it became impossible to shake it free,
even if the men had let him try. 
 
The
first man in black, then held the bat under Logan’s face “What
d’ya’ thinka’ our chilli crushers fella’?” he laughed “d’ya’
think they’ll catch on?” 
 
“NNNMMMMNNNH!”
stammered Logan through his gag, as, the realisation of what the men
had planned began to dawn on him.
The
men then took up position behind Logan, before each in turn raised
their paddles in the air and, one by one, brought them down with a
WHACK! On the unlucky jock’s tender bare behind, as Logan struggled
in a vain attempt to avoid the blows.
At
first the resilient chilli remained intact, the whacks from the
paddles simply forcing it more deeply into Logan’s quivering rectum.
Then, as the men continue to aim swats at Logan, bit by bit the
chilli began to split and break up, leaking juice and fiery seeds
onto Logan’s exposed and sensitive skin.
Logan
had a very low tolerance of any form of discomfort, and as the
bruising whacks from the large hard paddles sent shock waves of pain
shooting into his buttocks he was convulsed in agony. However, it
soon got worse, as the burning chilli juice and even hotter seeds
began to have their effect on the most private and delicate region
causing a searing burn, not dissimilar from what he imagined having a
red hot poker inserted into him might feel like.
As
one chilli was destroyed the men replaced it with another from their
small supply, until all had been thoroughly crushed into their
unfortunate captive’s anus.
By
the time they had finished Logan was moaning and weeping through his
gag, as tears ran down his face. His butt cheeks and ass hole a
searing furnace of pain.
The
Jockpunishers were satisfied that this arrogant and cruel young jock
had been suitably punished for his crimes, but they had not quite
finished with him yet.
*****
The
next morning the students arrived at college to a most unusual
spectacle, of Logan’s final humiliation as he dangled, bare assed
from the college flagpole displaying a sign announcing that he beat
up girls, and inviting his fellow students to take a swat at him with
a conveniently placed paddle beneath him.
Logan’s
battered butt cheeks remained red for the rest of the day, but it was
almost a week before the burning sensation in his little pink rosebud
finally faded. Even so, it took much longer than that for the
scalding pain to his ego to subside, only to be lit again from time
to time, as the memory of his humiliation took it’s place in college
folk law and returned to remind him.
The
Jockpunishers had brought justice to one deserving jock, but their
work was not done, there were many more handsome, spoilt and arrogant
young jocks in need of punishment, and the three avengers intended to
bring it to them.
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If
the JockPunishers prove popular they will return now and then as an
occasional series

The Shamed Peeper

 
The
pain from the wasp stings may have faded into a painful and
embarrassing memory, but Darrell Todd’s punishment was not over.
Deciding
that Darrell needed to be taught a proper lesson. Sam Burgess had
taken it upon himself to phone Darrell’s father and tell him all
about his 19 year old son’s attempt to spy into the girl’s showers.
Marshall
Todd, was deeply shocked, shamed, appalled and infuriated in equal
measure to hear what his son had been up to. Punishment was
required, and that punishment should be severe and memorable
A
devout member of his local church, Marshall had never chastised his
children physically, however, after speaking with the new pastor he
had undergone a significant change in views “Thou shalt
beat him with the rod, and shalt deliver his soul from hell!”
he muttered, angrily quoting from Proverbs, as the Pastor had done
“For what son is not disciplined by his father?”
The
gentle approach had clearly failed with Darrell, and, 19 or not, it
was time his son experienced the discipline he had been missing.
Darrell
guessed something was wrong when he saw his Dad’s face as he picked
him up from the bus stop, and drove him home in total silence.
However, when he was ordered to bed and told he would be dealt with
in the morning, he knew he was in serious trouble.
The
next morning Darrell awoke, took a shower and headed downstairs for
breakfast, only to find his father waiting for him at the foot of the
stairs. Marshall ordered his sun into the study and told him to drop
his shorts “You will not need them for a while!” he said before
pulling the protesting Darrell over his knee.
“I
know all about what you did at camp!” shouted the angry man.
“Dad!
You can’t do this to me, I am 19!” cried Darrell
“I
am going to do a lot worse to you!” Marshall snapped before
proceeding to give his unlucky son a long hard OTK spanking.
This
was, if anything almost as embarrassing to Darrell as what had
happened at Camp, being spanked bare bottom, over his father’s knee
like some little kid, was totally humiliating for him. To make
matters worse, he realised that his Dad had left the study door open,
and his younger brother, Tyler, was watching his punishment with a
broad, ear to ear, grin on his face.
However,
this was only the beginning of Darrell’s punishment. His Dad had
decided that to reinforce the message, his son should be shamed and
humiliated.
He
continued spanking his son until his bottom was bright red, and would
remain so for some hours, and then pushed him off his knee. He stood
up, picked up a jockstrap which was on the table and tossed it to
Darrell “Put that on!” he demanded.
Darrell
was confused, but did as he was told, he then reached for his shorts.
“No!”
Snapped Marshall, “You will not need those, leave them there and
come with me!”
Darrell
reluctantly followed his father as he led him out into the garden.
“Dad, people will see me!!” he whispered.
“That
is the idea!” Marshall replied. “Now I want you to get on that!”
he pointed to Darrell’s old bike. Darrell immediately noticed that a
sign had been taped to the back of the saddle, and, as he approached
it, he realised, to his dismay that it carried the statement:
I
HAVE BEEN A BAD BOY SO MY DAD HAS SPANKED MY BOTTOM
stencilled
onto it.
“W…hat’s
that for Dad?” stammered Darrell
“You
are going to ride round town, so that everyone can see that you have
received the punishment you deserve!” replied Mr Todd coldly …
“And to make sure nobody misses the fact you will wear this ….”
He
picked a large yellow card with the statement:
I
HAVE BEEN SPANKED
stencilled
onto it. The card was attached to a length of white cord, which
Marshall proceed to tie round Darrell’s middle, so the card sat
squarely on his back.
“This
is so humiliating!” wailed Darrell painfully aware that his younger
brother had followed them into the garden to watch.
“Humiliation
is exactly what you need!” replied Marshall, “I intend to punish
you in a manner you will not forget in a hurry! You will ride your
bike all around town six times, so that all of our neighbours can see
that you have been punished!”
“…but
… but!!” spluttered Darrell “That means they will all know that
I still get spanked …. I’m 19!!”
“That
is why you need a more severe punishment …. NOW GET ON THAT BIKE!”
Darrell
Reluctantly began to mount the bike, but then noticed that there were
three thumb tacks glued to the seat “I can’t sit on those!!” he
wailed
“They
are there to ensure that you keep your bottom raised, so that
everyone can see it!” replied his father “and see how red and
sore it is!”
“I
won’t do it!” protested Darrell
“Oh
yes you will” replied Marshall ”and I will be following in the
truck with your Grandpa’s size 14 slipper, and, if I see you trying
to hide yourself or take a detour, I will use it on you in the
street!!” he waved the large and scary looking slipper in front of
Darrell, who was sure it would sting like hell, and had no wish to
experience it.
“I
will then tie you over the hood of the truck and drive you round town
that way! So you decide!!”
With
a sinking heart, but knowing he had no option, Darrell climbed onto
his bike taking care to avoid the sharp points of the thumb tacks
glued to the saddle, and pointing unnervingly in the direction of his
bare, jockstrap framed, bottom.
Followed
by his Dad’s truck, Darrell slowly rode his bike down the drive and
into the main road. He had never felt so embarrassed and so exposed
in his life, it was only fear of what his father might do if he
didn’t obey which forced him on.
The
Todds’ house was just over half a mile from town and the road was
empty, so the first part of Darrell’s ordeal passed unobserved other
than by his father and Tyler, who accompanied Marshall Todd in the
truck. However, with mounting dread Darrell knew his relative
privacy would be short lived, …. and he was right!
On
reaching the town, the miserable 19 year old’s worst fears came true.
The streets were crowded with people, including many of Darrels
buddies and previous classmates. In panic he briefly thought of
turning round and making his escape, but then he remembered the
oversized slipper sitting on the dashboard of his father’s truck, and
realised there was no escape.
At
first nobody took any notice of the boy on the bike, but then one of
the football team read the notice on Darrel’s back then spotted
Darrell’s bare and still very red bottom and let out a “Whoop” of
glee, alerting others that there was something to see.
Then
the shouts, whistles and catcalls began, as passers by stopped to
stare point and take photographs of the disgraced Darren, riding his
bike down the street, his bare and spanked bottom raised and fully
displayed for all to enjoy.
This
would continue for the next two hours, as Darrell rode back and forth
through the town, knowing that his humiliation would be remembered
and laughed about by everyone who saw it, for years to come.
From
time to time his legs grew tired and his bottom began lowering
towards the saddle, only to spring back up again as the sharp tips of
the thumb tacks pricked his skin.
Was
this an appropriate punishment for what he had done? who can say, but
he certainly never tried peeping into the girls’ showers again!!

The Wasp Stung Peeper

 The
wasp stung peeper

18
year old Darrell Todd’s luck ran out on the day he tried to spy on
the girls in the shower hut at Rosy Glow camp, where he was spending
the summer. He was just getting into a position where he could see
through an open skylight window when the tree branch be was balancing
on have way and he fell with a winding thud into a fork.
To
his horror he realised he trapped, and to make matters worse, not
only had his shorts, which he had undone, with the intention of
jacking off as he watched the girls, fallen down, but his underpants
had caught on a branch, pulling his bottom upwards in a painful and
embarrassing wedgie.
His
snowy white butt cheeks and part of his little tight pink anus, we
fully exposed, and due to his position between the branches, he was
unable to reach back and either free his snagged pants, or cover
himself in any way.
He
struggled to free himself but to no avail and in fact just managed to
wedge himself even more tightly between the branches.
As
he was frantically trying to think what to do, he became aware of a
loud buzzing noise behind him. He looked back over his shoulder,
and between the branches which were holding him like a vice, gasped
in horror at what he saw.
Just
inches from his uplifted and very bare bottom was a large wasps’
nest, with a number of it’s buzzing inhabitants either crawling on
the nest, or flying around it. From the angry sounds they were
making, it was clear that they had been disturbed by his fall, and
were not pleased.
Darrell
froze, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, anxious not to
further attract the wasp’s attention to his exposed and vulnerable
bottom. However, wasps, with a nest to protect, are naturally
inquisitive creatures and some were already buzzing perilously close
to his naked and, despite his efforts to prevent it, quivering
cheeks. With sickening fear, he realised that his predicament was
far worse than he had imagined.
He
thought of shouting for help, but fear of disturbing the wasps, plus
his masculine pride, made almost as afraid of the girls coming and
seeing him in this humiliating state
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Darrell
had been in this uncomfortable, humiliating and very dangerous
position for about 20 minutes, with wasps flying closer and closer to
his exposed derrière when he heard the sound of someone approaching,
and two of the camp handymen, Bart and Sam, came walking down the
path both dressed in full beekeeping outfits. The two men stopped in
amazement at the sight of young Darrell Todd pantless and trapped
between the branches of the tree, with his bare, wedgie elevated,
backside right next to the hornet’s nest..
“Guys,
help me, my foot slipped, and I’m trapped!” whispered Darrell,
holding his finger to his lips, as he was still anxious not to
disturb the wasps
“Why
were you doing up the tree?” asked Bart Wickett
“Right
by the window to the girl’s showers” added Sam Burgess, knowingly
raising an eyebrow
“With
your pants, round your knees?” interjected Bart, the younger of the
two, with a grin
“I
… er ..I…!” stammered Darrell
“You
were peeing, weren’t you?” Snarled Sam “Looks like you are about
to get just what you deserve!”
“No
.. I … er ….please get me down….!
“Hey
Sam I know we were supposed to remove those wasps” grinned Bart
turning to his mate “but it sure seems a shame to disturb them when
they have such a peachy target to play with!!”
“Too
right!” laughed Sam Burgess in agreement “Leave em’ be a while!
… but lets wake them up a bit first” he picked up the garden fork
which the men had planned to use to dislodge the wasps’ nest, and
instead began hitting the side of the nest, causing a swarm of angry
buzzing wasps to come flying out, looking for something to attack.
“NO
PLEASE!! … Guys don’t do this …GET ME DOWN!!” Yelled Darrell in
terror
But
the words has barely left his lips when the first fire laden stinger
jabbed hard into the centre of his right butt cheek.
“AAAAAGHH!!
OWWW!” screamed Darrell as the agonizing pain shot like a well
aimed bullet into the flesh of his athletic but still tender behind.
The first wasp was quickly followed by a compatriot, equally intent
on attacking the perceived enemy with its fiery stinger. The handsome
still pale object, right in front of their nest, presented to them as
a perfect target on which to vent their fury.
Then
a third and fourth wasp launched their tormenting attacks on the
unlucky Darrell’s posterior, the one jabbing the centre of the right
butt cheek, whilst the second simultaneously jabbed its tiny but
venom laden stinger into the sensitive skin at the very base of the
young jock’s right but cheek.
“OOWWW!
….. OUCH!! ….AAAAOWWW!” screamed Darrell jerking forward as if
kicked my a mule. Unfortunately this just resulted in forcing the
unlucky lad further over the branch while the snagged pants lifted
his bottom higher, further spreading his cheeks and presenting an
even more exposed and welcoming target to the oncoming wasps.
The
two men let out loud guffaws of delighted laughter at the sight
before them, neither man was naturally cruel, but it appealed to
their sense of justice to see the handsome young man paying such a
painful penalty for his actions.
Bart
Leaned towards his workmate “Don’t you think he has had enough
now?” he said, he will be sore for days.
“Not
yet” replied Sam “My daughter would have been in that shower, let
a few more of the little bastards sting his ass first!” with that
he delivered a further WHACK to the fragile nest with the fork
“OWWW!….
OUCH!” yelled Darrell, as another two of the “little bastards”
did just what Sam Burgess has hoped they would, stung his now well
stung bottom.
Despite
the already stinging pain peppering his behind, the terrified young
jock, then sensed a wasp landing on him and crawling over his bottom.
With a growing sense of dread, he realised that the tiny, but
ferocious creature was heading towards the crack between his butt
cheeks, where as the sensation of cool fresh air told him, his anus
was now fully exposed.
“Get
off me, you little …..!!” Darrell whispered frantically,
attempting to shake off the insect, but the wasp relentlessly
continued it’s advance, up to the smooth still unstung slope between
the cheeks then, like an explorer surveying new terrain, it continued
down the valley towards the puckering pink oval at its base. Within
moments the tiny feet were now tickling the tense but sensitive petal
like skin at the lip of Darrell’s tight, virgin portal.
Sensing
what was about to happen, Darrell shuddered involuntarily, a reflex
which was to have painful consequences. The movement, though slight
to a human, was not unlike an earth tremor to the startled wasp,
which instantly jabbed it’s stinger into the trembling pink flesh,
and released a full does of its searing venom deep into the rim of
Darrel’s most sensitive spot..
No
pain which the young, would be, peeper had experienced in his 18
years of life had hurt as much as much as been stung on the asshole
by a wasp!
It
is such a shock to the system that his body jerks forward, freeing
himself from the branches, tearing his underpants off and sending him
hurtling out of the tree.
Bart
and Sam jumped forward and caught the falling youth, before he hits
the ground, where he would have most probably broken some bones.
Darrell
struggles to his feet, he was now naked from the waist down, as his
shorts had come off as he fell. Then, instead of thanking the guys
for saving him, he yelled at them “You fucking jerks!!, its because
of you those fucking wasps stung my fucking ass!! ….. And it
fucking hurts!!”
“Not
as much as it is about to hurt!” snapped Sam, seizing Darrell’s ear
between his thumb and forefinger.
Followed
by Bart, Sam dragged the protesting young jock towards a tree stump.
He sat down and pulled Darrell across his lap
“What
are you doing? Let me go you creep!” protested the now very worried
jock.
“No
way kid!” smiled Sam, “You are going to get the spanking that
dirty little peepers like you deserve!
“No!!
PLEASE NOT ON MY BUTT …..I’VE BEEN STUNG THERE!!”
“So
you have!” laughed Sam “right there!” WHACK!! “and there!”
WHACK!!”
With
that Sam began spanking Darrell, making sure that as often as he
could the palm of his hard rubber glove covered hand lander right on
the raised angry red spot where the wasps had left their mark, as
Darrell struggled an hollerred in agony!
“My
turn next!” laughed Bart
“Wait
your turn Buddy” replied Sam “I am having far too much fun!!”
The
resounding SMACKS!, each accompanied by an increasingly more shrill
cry of pain echoed around the camp, causing campers and staff to
hurry over to see what was causing the commotion.
Poor
Darrell, he was paying a painful penalty for trying to spy on the
girls. He would not be able to sit down for days, or show his face
for a lot longer.
That
was the day that Darrell Todd’s luck really ran out!