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A Sore Bottom For Travis

A Sore Bottom For Travis

(A Sore Bottom For Travis, written by StricTop and Illustrated by Bruce, was first published elsewhere in September 2011)

“Muh-ther-FUK-ker!”

It was his standard response to any annoying situation. And it seemed to Travis that more than his share of situations were annoying lately, if not downright frustrating. Not being the brightest bulb on the tree, Travis’ many brilliant ideas often had a way of just not working out.

“Muh-ther-FUK-ker!” He whined to no one in particular.

For Travis, ‘motherfucker’ referred to all the nameless, faceless people and circumstances that conspired to keep him from getting what he wanted—easy money, free drugs, and plenty of sex.

“Fukfukfukfukfuk!!” He crumpled the envelope he was holding and threw it angrily at the blank TV.

Tiffany, Travis’ latest in a long line of girlfriends, stuck her head in from the kitchen. She had one of those flawless faces that are irretrievable after the age of 28 and that crowd every nightspot and modelling agency from Encino to East L.A.

“What is it, Travis, honey? What are you yelling about?” She flipped her perfect, shiny blonde hair with surgical precision and blinked at him from wide-set, almond-shaped eyes. She wiggled over and settled in beside him on the sofa.

“Honey, don‘t get so upset.” She stroked his head and cooed soothingly. “Don‘t waste all that energy on unimportant little things.” She clearly had no idea what was actually bothering him. “You‘re going to need all the energy you got for the game next week…and for me…” She adopted what she thought was her sexiest pout and ran her hand across the front of his chest.

Travis White had picked her up the previous weekend at one of the hotter clubs in town and she had been staying with him ever since—that is, staying at the million-dollar condo in Westwood that belonged to his uncle, Charlie White. But she didn‘t know that. Travis had told her it was his place and his car. He had also told her that he was on the starting lineup of the Los Angeles Dodgers. The bar was about to close. She was drunk. He was flashing around a lot of cash. And neither of them thought past the end of Travis’ dick.

They went home that night and had amazing sex. What each lacked in IQ points, they more than made up for in good looks and sexual enthusiasm. She wanted to believe she had hooked up with a big baseball star—and he intended to let her.

The deal was clinched when he showed up the next afternoon with a giant bottle of her favorite perfume. She had seen it in the store and knew exactly what it cost. Unconcerned that large-bottle-size rarely predicted quality, they each beamed with their own inner pride—she, pleased at how easy it was to get him to buy her the most expensive thing on the counter; he gloating that the ridiculously-priced bottle was a knock-off he had purchased for five bucks on the street.

The giant bottle gleamed obscenely on the coffee table while Travis’ thoughts drifted to the note crumpled on the floor.

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The Shaman’s Revenge Chapter 22 (Part 2)

The Shaman’s Revenge Chapter 22 (Part 2)

Jordan and the Speedos from Hell continued

The pool was entirely empty when Jordan dived in and swam a full length under water. For the first time in weeks, Jordan felt a sense of freedom and relief as his skimmed through the cool deep water, wuith the sleekness and agility of a fit young otter. Swimming was the one thing in the world at which he was the most accomplished, and if had had the determination and self discipline to overcome his naturally lazy and self indulgent nature, he could potentially have been a world class athlete.

However, the inevitable of Jordan Draper’s life was that the flaws in his character would forever outweigh his virtues, and, consequentially, he would never achieve his natural potential.

As observers, therefore, we must content ourselves with appreciating his physical beauty and enjoying his ongoing and well deserved discomforts and humiliations.

However, at that moment, Jordan was free from the myriad discomforts which had recently plagued his life. The Ranger, his new guardian, had agreed he could have a morning free from chores and had dropped him off at the old swimming pool at the edge of town “You can relax today” he had said “Tomorrow you have an important role to play at the local charity fair!”

Jordan had no idea what was planned for the fair, but hoped he would at least be allowed to wear clothes. Meanwhile today, it was just a relief to have some cover albeit only his tiny blue speedos.

For a short while he was free of the sense of dread of what might befall him next, which hay have been a kindness, given what was in store for him.

After completing a dozen laps of the pool, Jordan climbed out and made his way along the side of the pool planning to get himself a coke from the vending machine he had noticed by the entrance. He was then he realised he was no longer alone, when he spotted three figures in swimming trunks walking towards him.

At first he did not recognise them, but they certainly recognized him “Hi Jordan!” sniggered Dewey Rees a small built guy in baggy red swimming shorts “Aren’t you supposed to be bare assed? I head you burnt your asshole!”

Jordan glowered at Dewey, furious at this further evidence that the news of his humiliating situation was spreading like wild fire. “Shut up, if you want to keep your teeth!” he snarled.

“Don’t threaten my brother!” boomed a second, much larger guy in an angry voice

“He always threatens smaller kids!” chimed in the third guy, Sammy Mason, who was also smaller than average “He’s Jordan Draper, the bully we told you about!”

Dewey grinned at Jordan. “This is my BIG brother Bruno!” He’s really pleased to meet you!”

Until too late Jordan had not noticed how large and muscular Bruno was, otherwise he might have been more cautious, but before he could react Dewey’s big brother had grabbed him and thrown him over his shoulder. “We are going to have some fun with you!” he growled

The swimming pool was next to a derelict building, which had once been a sports centre, where Bruno carried the struggling and protesting Jordan, followed by a broadly grinning Dewey and Sammy.

Once inside what had once been the old locker room of the centre, Bruno tied Jordan’s wrists to an exposed beam, forcing him to stand on Tip toe. Meanwhile Dewey produced a role of duct tape, which he used to bing Jordan’s long athletic legs together.

When Jordan objected, a further strip of tape was placed over his mouth, effectively silencing him.

“Heuy Jordan” grinned Dewey “Remember those games you used to play with us kids? .. and the ….. um … tricks? Well lets see how you like them when we play them on you.”

“Remember that itching powder you put in the kids clothes while they were in the shower?” he continued “Well we’ve got a different brand … this one is extra strong itching powder” he held up a small bag while tossing a similar bag of white powder to Sammy.

“It says ‘Worse that a cartload of fleas’ on the packet!” giggled Sammy

“Well you are about to find out if that is true!” sneered Dewey as he pulled at the waist band of Jordan’s speedos creating a gap at the back enabling him to sprinkle the contents of the itching powder package over the cheeks of Jordan’s exposed backside, ensuring at least half the powder went down the tight crack between the cheeks.

Meanwhile, Sammy did the same to the front of the speedos, tipping the contents of his bag over Jordan’s cock and balls.

It took a moment for the powder to take effect, and then, suddenly, Jordan became aware of the most extreme and infuriating itching sensation he had ever experienced. He struggled and writhed in extreme discomfort, desperate to pull off his speedos and try to brush the vile substance off himself, but could do nothing as his hands were tied to the beam above his head.

Sammy attempted to maintain a straight face, however Dewey laughed so hard he almost made himself sick. He and his friends had endured years of bullying and hazing by Jordan Draper, so he was enjoying every second of his tormentor’s suffering.

Meanwhile a grinning Bruno ambled to the cornor and picked up a large glass jar “I guess that powder must be irritating you a mite Guy?” he drawled “But don’t worry, my little friends here will eat it all!”

He held up the jar, which Jordan, to his horror saw was full of ants!

“Remember that spider you put down Becky Rutter’s shirt?! Sniggered Dewey, “well we couldn’t find a spider, but the ants will be a good substitute!… they are fire ants, so if they nip you, it might sting a little!”

.”… or Sting a lot!” corrected Sammy.

It suddenly occurred to Jordan that the itching powder and ants must have been bought there specially for him, this was no chance encounter, they had known in advance that he would be at the pool. So someone, either the Ranger or Harley must have been in on the plan.

Jordan did not have time to think any more about the set up as he other things to concentrate on, around forty very small but very ferocious things, as Bruno stepped forward, tugged at the waist band of his blue speedos, and tipped the angry contents of the jar into the gap, shaking the jar firmly to ensure every ant fell in, before allowing the tight lycra to snap back into place with all the ants trapped between it and the tender still wildly itching surface of Jordan’s bottom.

Unlike the itching powder, the ants took no time in making their presence known. They may be trapped and lagely immobile , but the one part they could move were their sharp jaws with which they ferociously attacked every inch of Jordan’s poor bottom.

A large number of the fire ants had slipped between his cheeks and they set about biting that intimate and sensitive area, even his rosebud like anus was not spared.

The fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds, Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire.

Jordan’s three assailants stood back, laughing with delight as Jordan hopped up and down, writing in agony and the rapacious insect assault on his nether regions his silent screams muffled by the duct tape covering his mouth.

It was then that all three of Jordan’s new tormentor’s produced a selection of old wooden paddles, both fraternity paddles with greek letters or old fashioned domestic paddles with quaint phrases on them.

“We will kill those nasty biting ants for you!” laughed Bruno “Isn’t that good of us?!”

Within moments, the sound of three wooden paddles whacking against ther seat of Jordan’s speedoes echoed round the abandoned building and continued for quite some time.

Jordan’s previous were certainly relishing their revenge.

Some hours later, after Jordan had not returned at the time he had been instructed to, the Ranger and Jordan’s hated cousin Harley went to the pool looking for him. When they found he was not, the Ranger suggested they should check the abandoned sports centre next door, and that is where they found a very sore and unhappy Jordan.

Still tied up and duct tape gagged, he had been hing fron the ceiling by his blue speedos, in an uncomfortable and embarrassing wedgie. Adding to his humiliation a white surrender flag protruded from between his two now red and bad badly bruised and bitten butt cheeks, having been inserted deep into his ant bitten anus.

Jordan Draper was one bully who had certainly met his comeuppance!

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The Singeing of Crispin Cherrybutt (Part Four – pt 2)

The
Singeing of Crispin Cherrybutt 
(Part Four – pt 2)
Ignoring
the handsome older knight, Tybalt’s, anxious warnings Crispin had
continued to curse and threaten the monks, now, too late, he realised
what a mistake he had made. He had disregarded his new friends plea
for him to stop, and now he would pay a painful price.
A
group of the monks took hold of Crispin and unshackled him from the
alter, and then dragged him from the room, leaving a sad eyed Tybalt
still kneeling, strapped to the table, in a most undignified manner,
with the remnants of the fire root phallus still protruding from his
rear.
The
grinning monks, half dragged and half carried the struggling and
protesting Crispin down seemingly endless corridors, before they
reached an open courtyard at the back of the great building.
Having
become accustomed to the gloom inside the monastery, Crispin blinked
in the sunlight as he took in his new surroundings. In the middle of
the courtyard were a number of dome like objects, made from platted
wicker. Crispin did not recognise the structures, but as he was
dragged closer to them he could hear the buzzing of bees. Earlier he
had not understood Tybalt’s warning “They will take you to the
hives!” but now his fellow captives words echoed ominously in his
head.
The
monks then roughly held him down as they tied ropes around his legs,
just below his knees, and then attached them tightly to his wrists.
When
he was fully secured they began tugging on the ropes, which were
looped over a large wooden pole protruding from the side of the
building, and quickly hoisted Crispin up with his legs in the air,
with his lower body and bottom dangling below, now mere inckes from
the wicker hives.
Then
the older Monk began to chant in a high, almost “sing-song”
voice, while another monk handed him a colourful glazed ceramic jug.
The first monk then produced a small wooden batten from his cassock,
and began stirring the contents of the jug. When he took it out it
was coated with golden honey.
He
then used the wooden batten to smear the honey all the cheeks of
Crispin’s bottom until it glistened gold in the sunlight.
Crispn
was outraged, yet confused at this latest humiliation, why on Earth
would they cover his backside with fresh honey?!! Whatever their
plan, he knew he would not enjoy it.
“Ha!
Sir Knight!” chuckled the Monk “Now you have a golden arse!!”
his comment eliciting cruel laughter from the other monks “Shall we
see what out little friends think of it?” he asked before taking
hold of a paddle which one of the younger monks had brought with
them, and proceeded to hit the sides of the hives.
Instantly
a large swarm of angrily buzzing bees cam streaming out of the tiny
entrance, like a furious black cloud.
The
monks retreated to a safe distance to watch the entertainment, as the
bees become immediately attracted by the sweet honey and began
swarming round Crispin’s dangling bottom.
To
his increasing horror, Crispin now realised the purpose of the honey
“NO PLEASE!!” he cried “UNTIE ME … PLEASE!!!”
The
sadistic monks just laughed and clapped their hands with delight.
The monks were enjoying the spectacle, and as Tybalt was still
shackled to the central altar with a fire root dildo up his bum,
nobody was going to come to Crispin’s aid.
Crispin
cried out in terror as the first bee landed on his his honey coated
rump, at fist of just crawled over the surface feeding on the honey,
but then, alarmed by Crispin’s horrified shiver reacted by
instinctively stinging Crispin’s already highly sensitive butt cheek
.
Seconds
later a second bee landed, and then a third, and a fourth. Each
arrival followed the same pattern, with Crispin receiving repeated
painful stings in what had become the most tender part of his body.
“Our
little friends will teach you a lesson in respect young gallant!”
called the older monk, as the others cheered their approval.
Realising
that sudden movements were disturbing the bees and making them sting
him, Crispin tried with all his resolve to stay still, but it proved
impossible. His instinctive repulsion at having insects crawling on
him combined with the fact that he was dangling uncomfortably in the
air, caused him to shake and tremble involuntarily, and each quiver
was greeted with a sharp sting from a startled bee.
Over
the following hours Crispin would be sting a hundred and more times
by visiting bees, attracted by the sweet and glistening honey.
Meanwhile the monks eventually returned to their ungodly devotions,
leaving Crispin dangling above the hives, and surrounded by buzzing
bees.
Later,
as night fell, there was no respite for the unlucky young knight,
for, although many bees returned to their hives as the daylight
faded, they were replaced by other stinging insects which were
similarly attracted by the remaining honey still covering Crispin’s
cute, but very sore bottom.
As
Crispin hung there through the long and uncomfortable Knight, he
wondered with dread what other catastrophes and humiliations lay
ahead on his ill starred adventure!
It
would not be long before he found out!! 
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Note: Sorry for repeating a
punishment previously inflicted on Boy in the Sting of the Jungle,
but it was requested, and I felt that Crispin deserved it!!
 
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The Shaman’s Revenge (Part 8)

The
Shaman’s Revenge (Part 8)
Very
reluctantly, and with a glum expression on his handsome face, Jordan
slunk down the road, heading towards the College infirmary,
accompanied by the now casually dressed Ranger, whom Jordan’s Dad had
irritatingly asked to accompany his son to his medical appointment.
Although it was yet another hot day, Jordan wore an extra sweater
over his T-Shirt and, instead of shorts he was wearing jeans. He had
felt the urgent need to cover his body when in Officer Tartarus’s
presence , as the way the Ranger looked at him, with that
sardonically amused twinkle in his dark eyes made the younger man
feel very exposed.
In
any event, the ranger had seen more than enough of his body already!
“You
and me are gonna’ have tons of fun, now I am your neighbour!” said
the Ranger, his friendly words somewhat belied by the cruel twist of
his lips “just you wait an’ see!”
“If
you say so!” muttered Jordan, very much doubting that any time
spent with this new neighbour would come anywhere close to being
“fun”
After
what seemed like no time they were in the main hallway leading to the
College medical facility and Jordan made one final attempt to avoid
the inevitable “Okay ..uh … Sir!” he said “there’s no need
for you to wait around, In can take it from here..”
“No
chance Buddy!” smiled the Ranger “I promised your Daddy I would
see you all the way to the doctor, and that is what I an gonna’ do!”
he pointed to the infirmary door, “after you kid!”
Jodan’s
shoulder’s slumped even more, he knew there was no escaping from what
was coming.
Once
they entered the main medical room, they saw the Doctor sitting on a
chair, apparently reading some notes. he looked up “Ah! Jordan”
he said “You are on time for once … and who is this you have
brought with you?”
“Officer
Caleb Tartarus!” replied the
ranger “but you can call me ‘Ranger’, I am acting guardian, just
here to see that young Jordie got here safely”
Jordan
cringed, nobody had called him “Jordie” in over a decade, and he
hated the name.
“Tartarus?”
asked the Doctor “I am sure I have come across that name before …
is it of Greek origin?
The
Ranger raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn’t respond to the
question, instead he asked “As I understand it, Jordie needs some
injections in his little bottom?”
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“Indeed!”
replied the Doctor “Jordan, I would like to discuss the results of
your latest tests, but first you need to remove your clothes!”
“Aww
Doc! Why do I need to be naked?” Jordan groaned “couldn’t I just
loosen my pants a bit?!”
“The
Doc says you gotta’ git naked fella’!” interjected the Ranger “so
do as you’re told and git stripped! … now!”
“Do
as you are told young man!” added the doctor
Glumly
Jordan began removing his clothes, his mood sinking even further
towards the floor. He had always been proud of his body, but now he
had come to hate being exposed, especially in front of the grinning
clown of a ranger.
As
instructed Jordan removed all his clothes until he was naked, apart
from his white socks, and stood in front of the two men, feeling like
some sort of exhibit, or a slave about to be auctioned to the highest
bidder.
The
doctor then looked back down to the notes he had been studying “I
regret we are going to need to increase your treatment Jordan!” he
said
“In
in …increase…” stammered Jordan “you mean … like ..
more?!” he stepped back and immediately felt the ranger’s
restraining hand on his shoulder.
“The
initial prescription was too conservative I am afraid” frowned Dr
Schultz “We will need to extend the treatment for a further week
and increase the dosage to two injections in each cheek, three times
a week!”
“You
have got to be fucking kidding me!!” yelled Jordan, his voice a
shrill with a mixture and anger and fear “I getting out of here!”
he attempted to reach for his clothes, but the ranger’s grip
tightened, holding him firmly in place.
“You
are not going anywhere Buddy” growled the ranger, the menace in his
voice unmistakable.
However,
Jordan was beyond being intimidated “Fucking let go of me! I ain’t
taking any more needles in the butt …NO WAY!!” he snarled
furiously attempting to struggle free and aiming a blow at the
Ranger’s chiselled jaw, but succeeded only in hurting his hand, as
the ranger continued to hold him firmly.
Meanwhile,
the Doctor strode across the room and also took hold of Jordan’s arm,
and between them the two men forced him face down onto a small
medical trolley, as the young swimmer continued to struggle protest
and kick.
“We
need to tie the varmit down!” said the Ranger “I guess you don’t
have any rope handy?”
“would
this do the job?” replied the doctor producing two large rolls of
plastic wrap “A smart salesman sold six boxes of this stuff to my
assistant, saying it could be used for bandaging serious burns!”
“Looks
more like something I’d wrap a ham sandwich in!” replied the Ranger
“but, yup! That should do it!”
Whilst
the ranger held the yelling Jordan down the Doctor used his bandaging
skills to swiftly wrap the plastic cling film wrap around Jordan and
the trolley, until he was firmly secured.
Once
the Ranger was satisfied that Jordan was wrapped tightly, and could
not free himself, he stepped back studied their handiwork with a sly
grin on his face. “Now, I’d say that is a perfect target!” he
drawled grinning at Jordan’ fully exposed and now uplifted bare
bottom “If I say so myself!” he winked at the Doctor “and
provides you with full access for whatever you have to do!”
He
then turned and picked up one of the four syringes which the Doctor
had prepared in advance of Jordan’s visit and a malevolent sneer
began to spread across his face “Say Doc” he asked “have you
ever played darts?”
“Years
ago” replied the Doctor, “but not since my freshman year”
“American
darts or British Darts?” asked the Ranger
“American
I think..”
“They
are similar, ‘cept the dart board is different ..” he paused “and
we have a very different dart board today” he pointed at Jordan’s
bottom.
“What
do you mean …?”
The
ranger held out a syringe “You wanna’ have a go at hitting the
target?” he asked
Realising
what the Ranger meant the Doctor smiled nervously “Are you
serious… that’s a bit unconventional…” he replied
“unconventional
but sure to be fun … if not so much fun for young Jordie Boy!”
laughed the Ranger, there was no doubting he was serious
Jordan
had not taken much note of the conversation, being more focused on
unsuccessfully attempting to extradite from the plastic wrap
attaching him to the metal trolley, but the words “not much fun for
young Jordie boy” attracted his immediate attention. He struggled
to comprehend what the Ranger was talking about, without being able
to turn round he could not see the man’s face, but was sure it would
be wearing the characteristic cruel grin. He guessed the Ranger had
something nasty in mind, but could never have imagined what his new
neighbour had planned for him.
“I
am not sure about this …” chucked the doctor, his professional
ethics fighting a losing battle with his excitement at what was being
proposed!
“Let
me show you!” said Ranger Tartarus,
lifting the syringe in the air, closing one eye, whilst taking air,
and then threw the syringe hard and skilfully at Jordan.
Jordan
let out a shriek of pain as the needle jammed hard into the lower
part of his left butt cheek. Any injection is painful, but when the
impact is the result of the needle being thrown hard and from a
distance, the sensation was magnified ten fold. “What are you
Fucking ####s doing? … that fucking HURTS!!”
“Oh
good shot! Laughed Dr Schultz, his ethical reluctance evaporating
with his desire to emulate the Ranger. “Let me have a go!”
“Here
you are” Tartarus handed a second syringe to the doctor, whilst at
the same time picking up a third “meanwhile I will see it I can get
the right butt cheek!”
With
that, he threw the syringe he had just taken straight at Jordan,
hitting the target hard in the right butt cheek, resulting in another
yell of pain from the unlucky young athlete plastic wrapped securely
to the medical trolley.
“My
turn … my turn!” cried the Doctor, his childlike excitement
belying his thirty eight years of life and characteristic mature
professionalism. He took aim and threw the third syringe which
again pierced their unhappy target’s left cheek.
“One
more!” Laughed Officer Tartarus, raising his hand and letting lose
his final “dart”
The
impact of the fourth syringe jabbing into his burning behind made
Jordan lurch forward, which in turn caused the trolley’s wheels to
start turning as the trolley began rolling towards the door, picking
up speed as it did so. Jordan’s head hit the door, acting like a
medieval battering ram and throwing it open.
The
trolley, with the unhappy cling wrapped cargo on top, sped through
the door and out into the main hall.
It
was then when another of the unlucky coincidences, which had plagued
Jordan’s life over recent days kicked in, as the college janitor had
only just washed the floor, using a new wax based detergent, which,
while still wet, as it was then, made the floor extremly slippery.
As soon as the wheels of the trolley hit the wet floor, the speed of
its trajectory increased sending it hurtling across the hallway in
the direction of an open window.

The
Janitor gasped in stunned amazement at the sight which greeted him. A
naked young male, strapped to a medial trolley with with what
appeared to be sandwich wrap, and with four medical syringes sticking
unto his butt cheeks trundling across the just washed hallway at
escalating speed, was not something he had ever expected to see, or
something he would soon forget.
When
the trolley hit the wall on the other side of the hallway it bounced
upwards and tipped forward, sending itself and Jordan flying through
the window. The force of the collision caused the plastic wrap to
tear, separating Jordan from the trolley, as they both briefly seemed
to hover in the air, before hurtling towards the ground below.
The
window was on the fourth floor and Jordan knew for sure that a fall
from such a height would inevitably cause either death or serious
injury. He closed his eyes in blind terror and tensed his body for
the bone shattering impact to come, as the events of the last two
weeks sped through his mind. His run of bad luck had clearly been
leading up to this fatal conclusion.
In
fact, instead of being killed or injured, Jordan was to experience
the first instance of good luck he he had encountered for some time.
However, the degree to which this luck was “good” was somewhat
relative.
Instead
of hitting the hard ground below, Jordan’s fall was was broken by
landing in a garbage dumpster full of waste from the College canteen.
A mixture of rotten fruit, rancid pork and week old discarded bread
and pasta provided a soft landing, if a rather unpleasant one,
especially for someone with Jordan’s fastidious tastes.
The
weight of his body caused him to sink into the foul smelling mush,
which absorbed his body from head to waist, leaving his lower body
and cling film wrapped legs now uppermost and sticking into the air.
Although
his head was in a pocked of unpleasant smelling air, enabling him to
breath, the rotten mush above held him firmly like quick sand, and
the more he struggled the more firmly it seemed to grasp him.
Despite
his predicament, Jordan’s survival instinct kicked in and he realised
that continuing to struggle could cause the air pocket to collapse,
in which case he would suffocate.
His
only option was to stay still and hope that the air would last long
enough for him to be rescued.
Unfortunately
for Jordan, it was over half an hour before rescue came. And for all
of that half hour Jordan remained upside down encased in rotting food
waste with four medical syringes jabbing painfully into his uplifted
bottom, as Dr Shultz’s special serum gradually drained down the
needles into his backside, where it would only add to the further
discomforts which were heading its way …..
To
Be Continued
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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!
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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
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Nettle Punishment


Aiden Hunter was so arrogant he believed that he could ignore restriction and that things like “No Entry” signs did apply to him.  So one day when he was out training and passed a “Private Property – No Trespassing” sign, be disregarded it and ran on through.

This was a big mistake, as he discovered moments later when the rancher caught him tied him up and spent the rest of the afternoon punishing Aiden’s tender bare butt and puckering virgin anus with some stinging nettles.  
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A bully’s Comeuppance

Aiden
Hunter was the handsomest guy in school, all the girls loved him, no
matter how badly he treated them, and all the other guys admired him,
that is, until they found out what an arrogant, swollen headed jerk
he was.
A
talented athlete, from a wealthy family Aiden had always gotten his
own way, and been able to do as he liked, and what he liked best was
beating up on smaller guys. When Aiden been in the junior league had
been an out and out bully, always using his superior strength to make
life hell for the smaller and younger boys. When he turned 18 and
joined the senior team he thought he could carry on the same way, but
he could not have been more wrong.
Many
of the senior team had younger brothers who Aiden had hazed, or
younger sisters who he had used and dumped when he grew bored of
them. Two of the seniors, Clay Todd and Rudy Tucker decided it was
time for young Aiden’s comeuppance, and, that payback would land
firmly, and painfully, on Aiden Hunter’s tender, cute and virgin
white bottom.
Once
overpowered and died to a treatment bench, with his long, athletic
legs spread high in the air and him jock-strap framed bottom exposed
and vulnerable, Aiden had no option to take everything they had
planned for him … and they had a lot planned ….!!
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Greg and Mike’s backwoods adventure Part 2

The mountain men carry their captives into the cellar … 

 

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

 Mike gently soothes his brother’s burning behind

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

The next morning the mountain men inspect their new captives

Greg argues with them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


TO BE CONTINUED ……..
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Greg and Mike’s backwoods adventure

I am sorry I have been away for so long unfortunately I have not had time to create much recently, however, I will be back soon. Meanwhile I thought you might enjoy this story, which I started to create over 10 years ago, around the time I was first experimenting with PhotoShop (so, sorry if some of the images are a bit wobbly)
Greg and Mike’s Backwoods adventure



Two stepbrothers, Greg and Mike are traveling across America in their Dad’s new sports Car, when the car breaks down on a lonely road in the middle of the Appalachian mountains ..
Big blond and handsome 19 year old, Greg, is straight and not very bright, his 18 year old step brother Mike is gay and secretly has the hots for Greg. 

The sports car isn’t going anywhere, so the boys decide they will have to walk to the nearest town ….

 

They take what they think is a shortcut through the woods, but soon get hopelessly lost …

Greg snags his shorts on a branch tearing the seat off and revealing his bare butt

At the same time he drops the bag containing both of the brother’s clothes into the canyon below, where it is swept away by a river

As Mike is only carrying food and all their clothes are now lost , Greg will have to remain bare butt for the rest of the trip 
This rather amuses Mike, and maybe turns him on a little, but he tries not to show it

The boys carry on through the woods

Greg’s cute bare butt is on full display at all times
Mike takes every opportunity to enjoy the view

Still lost deep in the woods, Greg decides to climb a tree in the hope of spotting civilisation

 

This was not Greg’s lucky day, his foot slipped and he fell from the tree 
hurtling towards the ground

Landing on his bare bottom in a patch of stinging nettles
As Greg yelled in pain, and Mike ran to his assistance, the step brothers were unaware that they were being watched

In an effort to cool the sting in his nettle stung behind, Greg stripped naked and dived into a river.  Mike undressed and followed him.

After a long hot walk the step brothers enjoyed their swim

Still unaware they were being watched

When the boys return to the woods to retrieve their clothes, they find themselves surrounded by men with guns.
Captured by a family of outlaw hillbillies

The boys are led through the woods with their hands tied behind their backs.  One of the men repeatedly whacks Greg’s bare butt with a stick

They eventually reach open ground

Where they are tied face down over the back of a horse

The men begin the journey back to their ranch with their frightened captives.

Two of the men amuse themselves by beating Greg and Mike’s upturned bare bottoms.

This frightens the horse which then bolts

The horse runs down a shallow creek, where the overhanging branches whip the unlucky lads’ bare bottoms

The frightened horse gallops on as the trees continue lashing the boys behinds

By the time the horse slows down Greg’s and Mike’s butts are stinging red and sore.

Finally the horse trots up to the Hillbilly ranch with the boys still over its back ……