The Unlucky Young Knight and the Monks

he broke into the monastery, the handsome young knight had hoped to enrich himself by stealing the church’s treasure. However, the monks had other ideas, and
knew many ways of teaching the would be thieving intruder a painful and humiliating lesson he would not
soon forget!

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Sting of the Jungle III (Part 1)

 Part 1

was in a good mood, it had been over a week since the unfortunate
incident with the chilli paste and days since Tarzan last spanked
him. As always, as soon as the sting faded from Boy’s bottom, his
nineteen year old mind began to move on to misbehaviour, and all
promises of being good in future, no matter how genuinely they were
meant whilst the imprint of the older man’s palm still glowed on his
cheeks, began to fade together with the angry pink of his last
resentfully hurrying through his obligatory chores, boy ran through
the jungle until he reached a tree which gave him a good vantage
point from which he could view the section of the river where the
village girls often went to bathe. His young loins throbbing with
testosterone, he was planning to jack off while spying on them.



to his annoyance once he reached the top of the tree, he was just in
time to see two of the girls, fully dressed and walking away from the
river bank, their wet hair evidence he had arrived too late to view
their ablutions.
he hissed “it was fucking Tarzan’s fault!” insisting that he
clear rocks, when he could instead have been getting his rocks off
peeping at naked women.
there was no point in sitting up a tree with no entertainment, so he
decided to go somewhere private where he could relieve his
frustration. Taking hold of a hanging vine he launched himself into
the air, his lithe young body swinging effortlessly through the


for Boy, with his mind focused on his need to masturbate, he failed
to watch where he was going, and, it was only at the last moment that
he saw that he was swinging straight towards one of the long horned
cattle from the village, which had obviously wondered into the
jungle. He was swinging straight towards one of the animals horns.
Boy jerked the vine, in an attempt to avoid the animal, but it was to
late, and he was swinging too fast. He only had time to clench his
teeth, as his tender bottom hurtled towards the long sharp horn.


yelled Boy as the hard and cruelly pointed tusk, shot between his
cheeks and roughly forced itself between the puckered pink lips of
his rectum, and up inside him, painfully stretching the tight and
narrow channel beyond. The experience was made even more
uncomfortable from the fact that Boy’s most intimate passageway was
still bruised from a recent, and very similar encounter with a rhino
and still extra sensitive from the Shamen’s hot chilli potion, which
Tarzan had mistakenly rubbed into it. (see part 2)
streaming from his watering eyes, Boy still had the presence of mind
to grip the vine the ine in an effort to prevent himself sliding
further onto the horn, and becoming totally impaled. However, his
efforts were assisted by the now enraged steer, who dislodged his
unwelcome burden from the end of his horn, before any serious damage
was done, as, with a violent shake of its head, he sent Boy flying
through the air and landing, heavily, and painfully on the hard


jumped to his feet, clasping his smarting behind, all thought of
masturbation replaced by the throbbing ache between his cheeks.
day had not started well, and it was about to get even worse.


unhappy youth made his way home rubbing his sore bottom as he went,
he was feeling very sorry for himself. However, that feeling soon
gave way to a different emotion, one of intense nervousness, when he
spotted Tarzan ahead of him, and noticed that he was in the process
of whittling an odd looking wooden object, using a small, but very
sharp, knife. Boy had never seen an object like it before, it was a
flat piece of wood, probably half to three quarters of an inch thick,
narrow at one end, forming what appeared to be a handle. Running
down the centre of the wider end of the object were two rows of round

Boy did not recognise the object, he had a reasonable idea as to its
potential application, and decided to would be wise to keep himself,
and, in particular, his sore little bottom, as far away from it as
decided that the best course of action would be to climb back up the
tree, and stay there for a while.
Boy had only made it a short distance up the tree, when, for a second
time that day, his carelessness was to have a very painful outcome on
his young bottom.


to spot an African hornet’s nest, his bare foot accidentally kicked
it as he climbed past, shattering it into pieces and sending it’s
furious inhabitants into and angry, buzzing, frenzy . As is an angry
hornet’s way, their initial impulse was to sting the nearest object
they could find as revenge for the destruction of their home.


was Boy’s bad luck, that the nearest sentient object to the hornet’s
wrecked abode was his, very tempting and very exposed backside, which
was immediately spotted by a number of the irate hornets. The
immediately flew straight at it, and sunk their sharp acid filled
stingers into the tender flesh, sending shocks of electric pain
shooting deep into boy’s posterior, causing the lad to shriek in
horror and agony. 


he had only seconds before the whole swarm was onto him, Boy had only
one option, which was to release his grip on the branch which was
holding him and let himself fall out of the tree. As he did so, a
branch snagged his loincloth, ripping it right off, and leaving him
falling naked towards the ground.


has, no doubt, by now been established Boy was not born under a
lucky star, and as fate would have it, just at that moment a crested
African porcupine was walking beneath the very tree from which was
making his rapid and, bare bottom foremost, descent. Compounding the
bad news, was the that said Porcupine was, at that moment seeking to
impress a nearby female of its species by splaying its sharp pointed
quills, which were pointing skyward in the very direction from which
Boy’s ill fated bottom was fast approaching.
mercifully unaware of the prickly beast’s presence, Boy realised that
his landing was likely to be painful, so he grabbed hold of a vine in
the hope of slowing his fall. 


this action probably saved him from serious and even permanent
injury, and the porcupine from almost certain death, it only slowed
his fall, which still ended in a painful landing, as the unlucky
miscreant ended up, as only he could, bestriding and sitting upon
the porcupine, its needle like quills jabbing into his hornet stung
bare bottom!
came running at the sound of Boy’s howls of distress, and quickly
helped the wailing lad off the back of the traumatised porcupine and
carried him back to the cave, where he kept the medicine and
supplies, and where he and and his young ward slept during the rainy


the next hour Boy’s world focused on a ring of exquisite agony
surrounding his upturned, pin cushion resembling, bare bottom, as
Tarzan gently removed the mass of porcupine quills jabbed into it. In
its shock the creature had not fired its quills, and, thanks to the
vine slowing his landing, the quills were not, embedded very deeply
into Boy’s delicate behind, but removing them was still a long and,
for Boy, a painful process!!
mentioned previously, Boy had the added misfortune for someone quite
so accident prone, of having an exceptionally low pain with the
result that even low levels of discomfort were difficult for him to
endure with good grace. This discomfort was, of course, on a
different level altogether, and as result yelled and protested
non-stop. However, it was at the very point when Tarzan was the
removing the final quill, which was embedded more firmly that the
rest, and in a particularly sensitive area just millimetres from his
horn bruised anus, that Boy made the mistake which was to add
considerably to his woes.
he yelled “THAT HURT! YOU F##KING C##T!!”
reached forward and grabbed boy by the ear “WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?”
He snarled “HOW DARE YOU?!!” with that he pulled boy to his feet
and then sat down on a rock, still gripping Boy firmly by the wrist.
“After I devote my valuable time to helping you, all you can do is
speak to me like that …….. You need to be taught some manners
young man!”

looked in Tarzan’s face and instantly recognised the determined
expression, as the horrific realisation of what his mentor was
planning began to dawn!
cried Boy “Please Sir not THAT!!” he tried to pull away, but
Tarzan’s grip was like a steel trap, offering Boy no means of escape.
“Please don’t spank me Sir! My bottom is so sore!”
should have thought of that, before you used that filthy language!”
growled Tarzan, pulling the struggling 19 year old over his lap “If
you think your bottom is sore now, just wait until I have finished
with it!”


that he delivered a mighty SMACK! to Boy’s bright red behind,
causing the lad to yelp in pain. “I don’t know where you …”
SMACK! “…learnt that language!…” SMACK! “…but I am going
to..” SMACK!! …”make sure…” SMACK! “…you never use it
…” SMACK!” “again!!” SMACK!!SMACK!!
…OUCH!! …STOP!” please stop!” protested the wriggling and
struggling Boy “STOP …YOUR FU…. YOUR KILLING ME!!”
you’ll survive…” SMACK! “…you just won’t be able to…”
SMACK! “..sit down..” SMACK! “for a few..” SMACK! “..days!”
SMACK! … “Just think yourself lucky” SMACK! “I am not using
the new..” SMACK! “.. paddle I made..” earlier
Boy’s pleas Tarzan applied his leather like palm to Boy’s glowing
rump with vigour as a further thirty five smacks echoed around the
cave, accompanied by Boy’s increasingly tearful cries.


Tarzan stopped “I shall be soft with you, because you are already
sore” he snapped “however, if I ever hear you use that language
again, I won’t stop at fifty!” with that, he shoved the lad off
his lap, causing the unfortunate young man’s well spanked and
porcupine pricked behind to land hard on the stony floor, causing yet
another yell of pain.


then jumped to his feet “And as you have lost another loincloth!..”
he boomed “you will stay bare bottomed in future!!” he turned and
marched out of the cave leaving boy sitting on him battered behind,
whaling like a baby.
gingerly stood up, tears running down his face as his hands caressed
his severely punished and beacon red behind. Tarzan was right,
there would be no likelihood that he would be sitting down , and time
soon, and how humiliating to be bare bottomed at all times,
especially when his behind revealed the clear evidence of his
hoped that there wouldn’t be any visitors to the camp for a while.

just can’t get any worse than this” he sniffed feeling very sorry
for himself.
of course, was where Boy was wrong. It could get worse, as he would
soon find out …….
be continued ….
( Sting of the Jungle III part 2 will be posted shortly)

Greg and Mike’s backwoods adventure Part 2

The mountain men carry their captives into the cellar … 


Where Jebediah the head of the clan, and his eldest son Kaleb give the boys a beating to remind them who is in charge 
 Before locking them in for the night

 Mike gently soothes his brother’s burning behind

Unfortunately Greg being a bit more of a jerk is less gentle with Mike

The next morning the mountain men inspect their new captives

Greg argues with them

But soon discovers that was a mistake
Kaleb orders the boys to bend over and give them ten whacks each to teach them not to argue 
Later the hillbillies decide to have some fun with the brothers. thinking up various means of humiliating and punishing them.

Which invariably end is an excuse to beat the boy’s bare butts
One of Kaleb’s sons then inserted a broom into Mike’s anus 

Then ordered him to brush the floor, gripping the broom between his cheeks. 

The boys’ ordeal is completed with a further paddling before bedtime.
The next day the brothers are set to work in the barn
Any mistakes or imagined slacking is punished with a hard paddling
Dished out to both brothers

 Kaleb decides to continue the punishment that night ….
tying up one boy at a time so that he could concentrate on the other

Next morning Greg is ordered to cook some bacon for the family

 but he carelessly burns it, realizing, too late that the same will soon happen to his bare butt.  
Kaleb throws the careless youth over his knee and tests the heat of the frying plan, noting, with grim satisfaction that it was still painfully hot.  “Now your bacon is about to get burnt boy!” he snarled
He then began to spank Greg with the hard hot frying pan, causing the boy to yell in pain!

Although the pan was no longer hot enough to actually burn the skin, it was hot enough to feel as if it was doing so and to turn Greg’s bottom a glowing shade of red.

That night Greg a Mike discussed their plight, it was clear the had to at least try and escape 
Climin on Mike’s shoulders Greg finally managed to reach a tiny skylight window beneath the cellar roof
Finally the brothers were free  and quickly ran away from the house, into the woods
However, they were soon running for their lives pursued by an angry bear 
Luckily a fallen tree across a ravine enabled them to avoid becoming a bear’s breakfast
Finally exhausted the boys fell asleep in the woods
They slept so soundly that they failed to hear the approaching footsteps and were, for a few more moments, blissfully unaware they were surrounded by their captors.


The Culvers Gulch Butt Kicking Contest

The Culvers Gulch Butt Kicking Contest

(The day Todd Cotton really got his butt kicked)

He may have been almost twenty, handsome and athletic but Todd Cotton remained a spoilt brat.
Widely disliked and resented by his neighbours in Culvers Gulch, Todd was cause of 90% of the unpleasantness which occurred in that otherwise idyllic little Mid Western town.  If anyone was going to beat up on the younger boys or play loud music late at night it would be Todd and if anything got stolen, there was a good chance Todd Cotton knew where it was.
By the time Todd had turned nineteen but had already fathered and abandoned three children by three separate local girls and written off two of the cars, which he had previously used to terrorize and tear up the neighbourhood.
Good looking, but, arrogant, rude and inconsiderate Todd would have topped any poll of the people who’s butt most of the Culvers Gulch community would dearly love to kick.   Ass luck would have it (or bad luck on Todd’s part) on one hot July afternoon some of they got their wish.


Todd was bored, he had broken up with his latest girlfriend, run out of smokes and as he had forgotten to put oil or break fluid in his car the damn thing had stopped working.  As a result he had  nothing to do, except study and he sure didn’t want to do that.

“Fuck!” he thought, even his over indulgent father would be unlikely to buy him yet another car!
It was also really gaddamn hot, he pulled off his vest and chucked it onto the car seat. Then, like some sulky over grown child Todd was moodily kicking a ball around the garden trying to figure out some way of making money, when, with one careless kick, he sent the ball flying over the fence into his neighbour ‘s garden.
“Damn!” he thought, “if those fags find the ball they’ll complain to Dad about me ….. again!”


He climbed over the fence and saw that the ball had landed right in the middle of a square of newly laid, and still wet. cement.”Shit, they will not like that!” he thought “I better get it out of there quick”.  He glanced around furtively to check that nobody had seen him.
Getting the ball would be easier said than done, it had landed near the middle of the square and would be difficult to get hold of without walking on the cement and potentially getting stuck.
kneeling on the edge of the cement, Todd stretched out his arm but the ball was still just beyond his reach, so he attempted to lean further forward over the wet cement.  He had almost grasped the ball when he lost his balance and began falling forward, instinctively reaching out with his left hand to break his fall. His hand landed heavily in the cement, and the weight of his muscular young body, increased by the impact of his fall pushed it deep into the gunky substance.
“Shit!” he thought “well, I guess the damage is done, I better get the ball and get out of here” With an act of stupidity which would have embarrassed Dumb and Dumber’s slower cousin Dumbest Todd allowed the hand which was now deep in the cement to take his weight he again leaned forward towards the ball
At that moment with a resounding “THUDD!!”something hard, blunt and painful landed across the seat of his jeans “AAAAOOOWW!” he yelled in pain “… what the f….?”
“Look what you’ve done, you little jerk!” snarled Buster Nolan still brandishing the heavy metal spade with which he had just struck Todd’s behind “I spent all morning laying that cement!”
Todd look back over his shoulder and saw, to his horror, not only was Buster holding a spade, but his partner Stuart was menacingly clutching a rifle!  “He’s not going to shoot me is he?” wondered a now rather scared Todd.
“Didn’t you just know it would be the neighbourhood thug who did the damage!” growled Stuart “Someone should really kick his butt!”
“Get out of there!” shouted Buster “Let me see how much damage you have done!”
“It was an accident” protested Todd “Okay, okay, I am going!” however, at the moment he spoke  he discovered that, in fact, he couldn’t go anywhere.  In the few moments during which Todd’s hand had been in the damp cement  it had begun to set and had now hardened around his hand holding him trapped with a deathly grip.          
“Oh fuck!” he gasped “I’m stuck!”
“What?” demanded Buster “Let me see! Are you kidding me?” he grabbed hold of Todd’s hand and  attempted to pull it free, only to discover that Todd was, for once telling the truth and he was indeed stuck fast in the cement.
“AAOOW!” yelled Todd as the cement gripped his skin as if it would tear it off if Buster pulled his arm any harder.
Buster let go of Todd’s arm and stood back, it seemed Todd was indeed held a virtual prisoner in the quickly drying cement.  He looked down at the boy and suddenly noticed how appealing and vulnerable his neighbour’s wayward son looked, kneeling and trapped in a most undignified positionwith his 19 year old butt sticking high in the air.  There was no denying that Todd Cotton was hot, he might be a total jerk, a thief, a homophobic bully and an altogether unpleasant human being, but he was still a fucking hot piece of ass.
Buster had spent many nights fantasizing about Todd Cotton’s ass, and all those fantasies involved inflicting pain on it in some way or another, and now that same ass was at his mercy.
He turned to Stuart “What was that you said someone should do to this little douche bag?” he asked.
“Just now, you said someone should ……..?”
“I said someone should kick his ass!” relied Stuart a grin bursting out on his ruggedly handsome face “Someone should kick his ass good!!”    
“Yup! and what better time than now?!!”
Buster knelt down and removed Todd’s designer trainers, just in case the kid started doing the kicking himself once his realised what was planned.
However, Todd was not that bright “What are you doing?” he snapped “Get me outa’ here you fuckin’ faggot!!”
“I’m stripping you Toddy boy!” smiled  Buster as her undid Todd’s belt “You’re going to be our entertainment for the afternoon, for once we WE are going to have fun at YOUR expense!”   He paused for dramatic effect before adding “Now lets have a look at your butt!”
“WAA?…. fuck off you fa….!! yelled Todd

His protests were in vain, however, as, with a well practised movement, Buster pulled down the outraged youth’s jeans to reveal his bare 19 year old bottom. To Buster’s delight Todd’s butt was every bit as hot as he had always imagined.  It was the firm, round and athletic buttocks of an athletic young adult  yet still covered with the tender, hairless pink skin of a boy.  A lighter shade than the rest of Todd’s tanned and golden skin and framed by a new white jockstrap, it was presented to him like the ultimate gourmet feast, spread slightly, by virtue of Todd’s undignified pose to reveal a glimpse of a puckering, tight and 100% guaranteed straight boy virgin rosebud.
Buster struggled to suppress a gasp, for he had just exposed the boy butt of every gay sadist’s wildest imaginings  “Hey! Cute butt Kid!” he chuckled, and he meant it.
Watching the scene, Stuart grinned, well aware of his boyfriend’s proclivities, and sharing them to some degree, he knew they were in for some fun that afternoon.
It certainly did not feel like fun from where Todd was kneeling“Fuck you!” he spat, mortified by the humiliation of showing his bare butt to two gay men, whilst beginning to feel very nervous about the vulnerability of his position, and what Buster and Stuart might be planning to do to him. It began to dawn on him that it might be wise not to be quite so rude to them!
“Ha Ha!” he attempted not to sound as nervous as he felt”Good joke, but please guys pull my pants back up and help me get unstuck! ….uh …. guys?”
“No chance Toddy!” sneered Stuart “We’ve got you exactly where we want you … where we can do as we ….. um ….. please with you!”
Todd looked back over his shoulder “ You’re not gonna’ ..f…f … You’re not gonna’ fuck me …are you?” his voice was suddenly almost shrill.
“No Todd” replied Buster as he proceeded to pull their captive’s jeans right off and sling them to one side before delivering a stinging slap to Todd’s upturned behind “But we are going to fuck you up!”
“After what we have planned for you, you’ll wish we did fuck you asshole!” laughed Stuart
“Speaking of assholes” murmured Buster as he took Todd’s butt cheeks in his hands and parted them to reveal the tight little anus between.  “I have another plan for that” he thought to himself, allowing his forefinger to tickle the puckering pink rim.
Todd was speechless with horror and humiliation, a fucking homo had just parted his ass cheeks and touched him butt hole.  How did a guy get over shame like that?!! for a moment he wished the cement would open up and swallow him whole, rather than just his hand.  
Finally releasing his grip on Todd’s bottom,  Buster stood up and took hold of the “Keep Off” sign, which Todd had stupidly chosen to ignore, pulled it out of the hole it was in and walked away towards his garage.  At the same time Stuart turned and walked to the gate and out onto the street.
By now Todd was a very unhappy young homophobe, as he knelt trapped in cement, naked except for a bare butt revealing jockstrap, the words “What we have planned for you” ringing in his now throbbing head. He struggled to free his hand, but it was held as in a vice.
As he had demonstrated a number of times that day Todd was not the brightest Jock in town, and on that day, he was not the luckiest either.  Without thinking he pushed his free hand hard onto the cement in order to gain the extra balance needed to extricate his trapped hand. Sadly for Todd different parts of the cement had dried at different speeds, and he had chosen to push against an area which was still quite damp, so his free hand sunk straight in.
So intent was Todd in his attempts to liberate his left hand, he did not immediately realize that his  right hand was now encased in the same glue like  mixture which was grasping his left, nor that  his  very struggles were embedding it even more firmly.  By the time the slow rolling penny did drop, it was too late, the remaining damp cement had dried and he was now held prisoner, trapped not just by one hand, but by both.  As the awful realization hit him he howled in anguished fury “NO… AWWWW ..FUCKING ….NO! …SHIT …NO!!”
“What a total bone brained Doofus you are Toddy!” chortled Buster, returning from the garage, carrying a large blank sign and a pot of red paint “Now you are really fucked! … and you did it yourself”
As Todd watched him with a combination of impotent fury and mounting terror, Buster inserted the new sign into the hole from which he had take the first sign, then he opened the paint pot and painted the words “BUTT KICKING CONTEST” across the sign 


“What?” stammered an incredulous, and now really frightened Todd    “W… What does that mean?”
“What part of BUTT KICKING CONTEST don’t you understand Todd?” grinned Buster “That’s your butt” he pointed first to Todd’s quivering bare bottom and then to his boot clad foot “.. and  we’re going to kick it!”  he paused enjoying the look of horrified awakening spreading slowly across Todd’s handsome but sweat beaded face before adding “Correction, … in fact the whole town is going to kick your butt!”            
At that moment Stuart returned followed by a group of young men from the local neighbourhood, all of whom had reason to dislike Todd and all of whom were obviously delighted at the sight of the neighbourhood bully’s humiliating, vulnerable and bare assed predicament.
“Hey Todd” called Bobby McCullin, who had lost two teeth back in March when they came into contact with Todd Cotton’s fist “Great pose, I was looking for somewhere to park my pedal bike!”
“Cute asshole, Asshole!” snarled Buck Duffy who’s sixteen year old sister had once accused Todd of date rape, only to withdraw the claim after she “accidentally” fell down some stairs at the town school house.    
“Howdy friends” smiled Buster “Welcome to the Culvers Gulch Butt Kicking Contest!”
The crowd erupted in cheers, applause, “Whoops” and guffaws, clearly the prospect of kicking Todd Cotton’s booty appealed to every man present.
A BUTT KICKING CONTEST???!!” screamed Maurice Tuttle, whom Todd had bullied since junior school “Now you are talking Mister Nolan!!”
“That pink boy bottom, is just SO inviting the toe ‘o my boot!”sniggered Ashley Swires who’s much loved 1965 Buick LeSabre  had ended up as a smoking pile of metal after being forced off the road and into a ravine by a drunken Todd Cotton last Halloween “I broke two teeth and an arm in that crash!” thought Ashley “But, thank the Lord, My legs are perfect working order!”
Todd could not believe what he was hearing, at any other time these  wimps and homos would pay for what they had just said, but unfortunately he was in no position to get his hands on anyone.  For once the boot was on the other foot, in fact there were boots on lots of feet, and they were really gong to kick his ass!
The abject humiliation of being trapped with his bare ass pointing at a group of laughing guys was dulled only by the mounting terror at what he was hearing.
“Like most people in town” continued Buster,  “Everyone here has a very good reason to kick Todd Cotton’s  little bare tush, indeed kicking the tail of a piece of work like Todd is a public duty for any civic minded citizen” he stepped forward, warming to his theme “Today after Todd in his usual inconsiderate manner, wrecked a morning’s hard work and two thousand bucks worth of cement, we have been presented with a God Given opportunity to do a public service, and I for one believe we would be mightily remiss were we to let that opportunity pass us by!”.    
“We’re with you on that boss!” laughed Buck “So how does this Butt Kicking Contest work?”
“That’s simple, each contestant gets to give young Cotton here’s tail one hard kick, and the one who gets him hollerin’ the loudest wins the prize!!”  
The group of men all nodded with enthusiastic approval “Sounds good ” said one “but what’s the prize?”
Buster paused, he hadn’t thought that far “Um .. his jeans, the winner gets the honor of burning the little jerk’s jeans, because one thing’s for certain, he’s going home nekid!!”
This produced another burst of whoops, cheers and jeers from the crowd. At which Stuart leaned over and whispered in Buster’s ear, “Careful Buddy they could kill him!”
Buster nodded and beckoned the crowd into a close huddle so he could whisper at a level Todd could not hear, albeit he strained to do so.  “Look guys, the point of this contest is to give the scumbag a very sore and bruised butt, which he won’t be able to sit on for a few weeks, so that he learns his lesson, not to cripple him or leave any permanent injury.  After all ..” he added “..we want that butt back pretty and pink the next time we kick it!!  Is that clear?”
The men all nodded their assent, some more reluctantly than others.  They all understood the point was to bruise Todd Cotton’s but not to break it.  However, there was no need to tell him that!
“Never break your toys” added Stuart “You may want to play with them again”
All grinning broadly the men lined up behind their target, at which point a desperate, and now fear sweat drenched, Todd  began to beg for his bottom.
“Please guy, don’t do this PLEASE!! …. I won’t be a jerk any more …. PLEASE DON’T ….PLEASE!” the last word ended in a sob, to the delight of his erstwhile victims.

Ignoring Todd’s pleas, Stuart was the first to take his turn, he walked up behind Todd, raised his leg and then swung it forward, his shiny black leather boot delivering a glancing blow to its tender pink target. He then had the satisfaction of watching the first red mark spread across Todd’s butt cheek.
AAAGGHH!!” Yelled Todd “AAAOOOOWWWW!!! please stop!  No more! PLEASE!!”
Sadly for Todd, his past behavior had been such that the people of Culvers Gulch were well past feeling any sympathy for him, and his young bottom was now paying a painful price for every inconsiderate, arrogant, violent and criminal act he had inflicted on the town.
Like most bullies, who enjoyed inflicting pain on weaker victims, he had a very low tolerance of pain himself, and he had never known pain like that kick before. However, he would soon know that same pain again, and worse,                
Buck Duffy took his turn next, adopting a mock ‘gangsta’ strut as he approached his target with no attempt to disguise the pleasure kicking Cotton’s hiney would give him.  “This is for my sister you fuck!” he hissed lashing out with his trainer clad foot.
Todd attempted to dodge, but it was an ill judged move, Buck had aimed for the left buttock, but Todds swift movement resulted in the foot landing squarely and painfully in the delicate area right between this cheeks.
“YYIIIIIEEEEEEOOOOWWW!” screamed Todd, tears spilling from his clenched shut eyes “That  ..AAAAAOOOW …hurt ….you… you …” the next word was lost in a sob.

Maurice took his turn next, a gentle soul by nature, his kick lacked the strength and aggression of the previous two men, but the smooth sole of his Italian leather pump landed right on the hyper sensitive spot where Stuart’s boot mark was already forming a bruise, giving Maurice the immense satisfaction of hearing his long term abuser scream and cry in pain.

Bobby McCullin’s kick was far less gentle “That’s for the teeth you owe me!” he cried as his rubber soled foot connected with the now openly sobbing Todd. Right butt cheek with a resounding THUD!  
As Ashley watched the surreal but hilarious, and somewhat arousing scene, and waited his turn, he regretted his decision to wear open sandals that day and briefly wondered if he had time to run home and put on  the combat boots he had kept over from his brief period of military service.  Like the rest of the men present, Ashley was not normally a cruel person,  However, Todd Cotton had been a thorn in the side of Culvers Gulch for so long that kicking his teen aged bottom seemed like a just and fair comeuppance.
Buster watched as well, but, oddly some might think, he did not a turn in kicking Todd, he had the instincts of a sadist, but his tastes were more subtle, his pleasure came from watching and orchestrating events and ensuring that a victims ego suffered every bit as his body parts.  He glanced up at the security camera filming the scene and grinned to himself.  Young Todd was going to feel the sting of that afternoon’s humiliation long after his bruises had healed.  Turning, he made his way back to the garage to collect the discarded “Keep Off” sign.
Ashley, and two other men had taken their turns to kick Todd’s now very sore and bruised behind when a deep voice rang out from by the gate  “Can anyone join in the fun fella’s?
Despite the throbbing pain in his battered rump, Todd recognized the voice instantly and his blood ran cold.  A furtive glance towards where the voice had come confirmed his worst fears, the solid figure in denim overalls and heavy black boots, was instantly recognizable, and, from Todd’s current position, terrifying.  Joachim Buttowski had the distinction of being the only man in Culvers Gulch to have ever spanked Todd Cotton. It had happened three years ago, when Buttowski had caught the then sixteen year old Todd stealing copper wire from his yard,  hoping to sell it for drugs and beer.
The older man had thrown the swearing and protesting Todd over his shoulder, carried him into the house, where he had pulled down the furious youth’s jogging bottoms, forced him over his knee, and spanked his bare bottom with an old wooden bath brush for a good ten minutes.
Before today, that spanking had been the worst pain Todd had ever experienced, he had also found it  totally humiliating and seethed with hatred for Buttowski for weeks afterwards.  He had got his revenge thought, not on Buttowski himself, but on his dog, an act which suddenly did not seems as clever now as it had at the time.
Joachim looked at Todd Cotton’s already well kicked backside but his thoughts were of another sore rump, that of his beloved dog Tadzio, peppered with buckshot, he thought of the weeks of pain the poor animal had to suffer as it was nursed back to health, and of the large veterinary bills he had willingly paid to save his pet’s life.
He had always known it was Todd who had shot the dog, as revenge for the spanking, but he had never been able to prove it to the satisfaction of the police department.  So the little creep had got away with it …….. until now!
“Hi Joc!” replied Stuart, intrigued by the look on the new arrival’s face”Yes, of course, there is always room for a late entrant!”
“Good!” grinned Joachim “I’ve been waiting to do this for a long while!”
As his sworn enemy took up his position behind him, Todd panicked, knowing what was in store “Please don’t Mr. Buttowski Sir!” he squealed “I didn’t mean to shoot your dog …. I mean … it wasn’t me, …I didn’t shoot the mutt at all….!! PLEASE don’t!   PLEASE!!”    

By that slip of the tongue Todd had now condemned himself from his own mouth, and Joachim had no hesitation in letting him have the full force of his boot with all the anger and strength he could muster.  THUDDD!!!  the heavy working boot connected with the Cotton kid’s already bruised and sensitized behind with such force that, had Todd not already been rooted in concrete, he would have been sent flying quite a few feet forward.
The punished hunk’s agonized scream of anguish  echoed around the back yard and set dogs barking for streets around, nothing in his nineteen years had prepared him for such pain and, within moments, he was bawling like a baby .
As Joachim Buttowski  appeared to be getting into position to deliver a second kick, Stuart hastily stepped forward, he realised the late entrant had not been present when Buster had urged moderation, and it was clear that many more kicks like that first one would leave Todd scarred for life.
“Gentlemen!” he cried “I think we have a winner!  That was certainly the loudest holler of the afternoon!!” He scooped up Todd’s jeans and pushed them into the bemused Buttowski’s hands “These are now yours, enjoy burning them!”
It was then that Buster returned carrying the ‘Keep Off, sign and a small wooden mallet, he knelt beside Todd, took hold of his hair and looked into his blotchy and tear stained face. “Have you learnt your lesson Todd?”
Todd’s response was a mournful grunt.
“And what does the sign say?”
“…’Keep off’. ..sniff …Sir …. it says ‘Keep Off’”
“That’s right, but you ignored it didn’t you? so now I’m going to reinforce the message, so its really … um … implanted !” he stood up, walked behind Todd and placed the foot of the pole firmly between his painful and bruised butt cheeks pressing hard against the teen’s anus, as he did so grinning at the audible gasp of horror from Todd.
Buster then took the wooden mallet and tapped the top of the sign, causing the pole to bump hard against the tight portal like a battering ram’s first tentative assault on a castle gate.
YAAAHHHH!!” yelled Todd in resistance to he unaccustomed and unwelcome sensation. He attempted to clench his ass as much as he could, but the bruising to his cheeks made this particularly painful

‘TAP!  TAP!’ Buster hit the sign a little harder, and this time the petals of  The Cotton Kid’s rosebud began to part.  “Tap Tap Thwapp” and the pole forced its way past the resisting barrier.  Three more taps and a full inch of the cold hard metal pole had invaded Todd’s most private of body parts.
By now the group of men were weak with laughter, this was the most fun they had experienced in years, they would never have thought that watching handsome arrogant Todd Cotton being punished, humiliated and now degraded in such a manner would give them so much pleasure.  The more he was hurt, the more they cheered, the more he was humiliated the greater their delight. All of them would secretly remember this day with pleasure, and varying degrees of guilt for years to come.
Buster continued to apply the mallet to the sign with progressively increasing vigour, hammering it, inch by inch further into the still tight and unyielding passage, listening with ever growing pleasure to Todd’s cries and yelps of anguish.  He was careful to hit hard enough to cause discomfort, but not hard enough to cause damage.
Finally he stopped when he judged that just short of eight inches of the pole was inside Todd. He let go of the sign, and, to his delight, and the cheers of those watching, it remained in situ firmly pointing upwards at a roughly 35 degree angle.  Todd’s body was so tense and his rectum so tight that it had involuntarily clamped itself firmly round the pole, holding it in place, rather like a flag pole stuck firmly into its base.
Buster knelt down and whispered into Todd’s ear “Now you really are fucked Todd”. He said.


It took two chuckling workmen with jack-hammers almost two hours to break a section of the cement  surrounding Todd’s hands away from the rest of the square. Two hours during which Todd coughed and spluttered in a  cloud of cement dust while being constantly pelted with flying grit.
Meanwhile his entire rear end was zone of constant throbbing pain, made worse by the fact, despite efforts by Stuart and others to remove it, the ‘Keep off’ sign remained stubbornly embedded in his rectum between his bruised and well kicked butt cheeks, as if it had now become a permanent tail. The discomfort and humiliation adding many levels to his abject misery
The cost of the workmen, together for the damage to Buster and Stuart’s cement would be born by Todd’s father, who turned up shortly afterwards.  He was none too pleased, and he was even less so when the locals started telling him some home truths about his spoilt and over indulged son  
Finally Todd was free from the cement, but if he thought things could not get any worse, he was sadly mistaken.  He was still attached to a large chunk of concrete which would need to be removed  in the ER room at the local hospital. Due to the size of the concrete slab, the only way to get Todd to hospital, or so Buster assured him, was kneeling in the back of  Joachim Buttowski’s pick up truck. his Bare kicked ass on full public display with the ‘Keep Off’ sign, which would also need medical attention to remove it still stuck there like a painful and embarrassing antenna.
Taking his cue from Buster, Joachim took what he insisted would would be the quickest route to the hospital,would be through the centre of town,. Unfortunately, as they would later claim, both he and Buster had forgotten that it was the weekend of the Culvers Gulch carnival, they also claimed not to have noticed the large sheet of paper bearing the message “Todd Cotton got his BUTT KICKED” which someone had attached to the back of the pickup.
It took them over an hour to get through town and at one point they got caught up in the parade driving up Main street between floats and a marching band at maximum speed of six miles per hour, allowing everyone in the cheering crowd with a camera or mobile phone to record Todd’s shame for posterity.        
Grinning medics at the hospital eventually succeeded in removing the sign from Todd’s rectum, but not before he had been through an ordeal so uncomfortable and embarrassing that he would wake up in a sweat dreaming about it for years to come.

As for his hands, they would remain bandaged for weeks, making it impossible for Todd to jack off or rub his sore bottom.  The latter was unfortunate, as Todd’s Dad, having finally become aware of Todd’s bad behaviour resolved to make up for his past lack of fatherly responsibility by the frequent and lengthy application of a hard hairbrush, belt or slipper to his son’s still very tender and bruised bare bottom.
It was well into the Fall before Todd could sit down in comfort.
Todd’s hands finally healed and his cute bottom eventually returned to its unmarked smooth and pink perfection.  However, the town made sure that his smarting ego continued to suffer for months ahead, this was made even worse when Buster uploaded the film from his security camera to YouTube and it became an internet sensation.

After Todd Cotton first saw the video he hid in his room for days it was then he discovered that his shame would never end after the day he got his butt kicked went viral.

    The End….