The Shaman’s Revenge (Part 9)

Shaman’s Revenge (Part 9)
Colby had just returned home after a very bad day, there had been a
lot of bad days recently, but that day had been one of the worst as
he had just lost the second job in three month. Chase’s boss. Will
Bryant, the Caretaker at Capsaicin College, had eventually tired of
the lazy young fool’s constant lateness and shoddy workmanship and
sacked him.
was a big problem for Chase as he needed the money. Due to his poor
credit rating he had needed to borrow money from a loan shark, and
the interest was very high, if he could repay the debt the lender was
likely to become very unpleasant.
significantly, on his scale of importance, Chase liked having money
in his pocked, it was a lot easier to ball chicks when a guy had
his financial concerns, however, Chase had still spent part of the
cash he had left on beer and some high quality weed from a dealer he
knew. He figured that a drink and a smoke would take his mind off
his troubles.

soon as the handsome young wastrel got home, he stripped naked and
spent ten minutes under a shower, the hot soapy water providing a
welcome balm to his lithe and tanned, perfectly formed but tense and
aching body.
stepping out of the shower and drying himself, he padded, still
naked, into the studio bedroom of his tiny apartment, and turned on
his huge “Ghetto blaster” style portable radio, tuned to a
station which played his favourite heavy rock music 24/7, then opened
a first bottle of beer, which he swiftly downed and followed with a

He then threw himself face down on the bed and rolled
himself a joint from the marijuana he had purchased earlier that day.
a few puffs of the expensive weed, Chase began to feel mellow and
relaxed, he leaned over and turned up the music as high as it would
go, yelling “Yeah man!” as he did so.
planned to only play the music for an hour or so, since the incident
with the wasps, which he was superstitiously convinced the weird old
East European man upstairs had something to do with, he had made sure
the he did not make any noise after 10:30 at night, when he believed
the old man went to bed.
good behaviour motivated by fear rather than good neighbourliness,
Chase had intended to do the same that night. However, the drugs
which his pusher had sold him was a lot more powerful than usual,
and the effect was intensified by combining it with the strong beer
he had just drunk. As a result, within twenty minutes of lighting
the first joint, the unlucky young hunk had fallen fast asleep.
would be unconscious for the next eleven hours, although he did not
sleep peacefully, as his dreams were troubled by the same reoccurring
nightmare, in which he was running naked through an endless field of
corn, pursued by a swarm of giant and angry hornets, all intent on
stinging his bare behind.
the long hours of hours of the night, the loud rock music continued
to blare out of the huge speakers wired to his ghetto blaster. The
noise was so loud, it smothered all other sounds, including his
elderly upstairs neighbour furiously hammering on the floor, and
threatening Chase with every agony that Hell had in store for him.
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Chase still slept, elsewhere in town, Jordan Draper had risen early,
and was up to no good. Before anyone else was awake he slipped out of
the house and hurried quietly across the road to the old McKinny
house, where the ranger was living, and he was intent on doing harm
in some way, although he had not yet decided what way.
the events of the last two days, it had become clear to Jordan that
having the ranger for a neighbour was really bad news for him, and
likely to get worse. He had to get rid of the ranger, or find some
way of stopping him from causing trouble.
ideas went through his head, perhaps he could find evidence of bad
deeds on the rangers part, which Jordan could use to blackmail the
officer into leaving town. It seemed obvious that a guy who took
such obvious pleasure in spanking a guy, and sticking needles in his
ass, had to be some sort of pervert, maybe there would be some
evidence of perversion in the house, which Jordan could use.
that, if the hose “accidentally” caught fire, the ranger would
have to more, or even better, the ranger might be trapped inside the
house when it burnt down.
vengeance also on his mind, the thought of the ranger burning to
death …. slowly ….. was not an unattractive prospect to Jordan at
that moment!
at the back of the old McKinny house, Jordan looked around for the
best way to get in, and noticed that a small skylight window in the
basement appeared to be unlocked. He pushed it with his foot and it
gave way. The window was unlocked, and it was just large enough for
him to squeeze through.
furtively glancing around to check that there was nobody watching,
Jordan climbed through the window and, with the agility of a young
fawn, jumped down to the floor below. The Mckinny basement was not
one of those which had been remodelled into a trendy residential
space, or underground games room, but instead it was the old style
storage space beneath the house, with a stained concrete floor,
exposed rafters and a single light bulb hanging on a wire from the
saw a light switch and turned on the single light, so as to be able
to better see where he was. As he did so, Jordan noticed an unlit
furnace and some cans of gasoline on one side of the room, these
would be useful if he did decide to burn down the house. However,
first he needed to find a way into the main living, and began
creeping towards a set of stone stairs leading to a doorway.
it was at this point that things became surreal, as suddenly, there
was a sound like a rushing wind around his feet, and then, to his
amazement his feet left the floor, as if some strange force was
lifting him up and tipping him forward, but instead of falling
towards the floor, he began floating upwards towards the ceiling, as
if his body was defying gravity.
the f….?” gasped Jordan, unable to fully comprehend what was
happening to him. He had once seen a show featuring a magician
seemingly levitating his assistant, but he was sure that was faked.
Whereas this was really happening. He reached out to grab at a
central pillar in an attempt to steady himself, but it was out of his
reach, and he just kept steadily rising like some weightless
that was not bizarre enough, suddenly first one shoe slipped off his
feet and fell to the floor followed by a second, then his jeans
became became strangely loose and began falling down his legs.
Jordan grabbed out to stop the jeans coming off totally, but it was
too late, as they had already slipped down his legs and joined the
shoes in a crumpled pile of blue denim on the floor.
could not believe what was happening to him, this shit couldn’t be
for real, he must be asleep and dreaming.
happened next made his realise with 100% certainty that he was wide
awake. He was now naked from the waste down, and as he continued to
float upwards , his exposed bare bottom was getting closer and closer
to the glowing light bulb. Of course as the light bulb was behind
him, Jordan was unaware that he was gliding towards it, until the hot
glass sphere touched the tender skin between his butt cheeks.
screamed Jordan “That’s FUCKING HOT!!!” indeed the bulb was very
hot, and inexplicably seemed to be getting hotter and hotter as it
rubbed against Jordan’s most tender and sensitive area. Then as if
two large invisible hands had grasped each butt cheek, and spread
them open, so that the glowing light bulb slipped between them, and
was soon pressed against the puckering pink rim of his anus.
“YYYYEEEEEOOOOOOOOO”” screamed Jordan as the bulb continued to
heat up. “Someone help me!!”
it seemed much longer, Jordan’s anus was, in fact, only in contact
with the bulb for a matter of seconds, but it was long enough to
singe the tender skin.
as if whatever had lifted him up was weakening its grip, Jordan began
descending back towards floor. Then suddenly, inanimate objects
which had been lying about the basement, seem to come to life, and
fly towards him, swirling around his backside and legs in a spectacle
reminiscent of some clever cartoon animation. However, their purpose
seemed altogether less innocent than most cartoons.
a pair of hard soled old arm boots flew at Jordan as he still floated
down before the left boot delivered a massive kick to his uplifted
backside, sending him flying forward, and causing one of his socks to
fall off. The right boot then kicked Jordan’s other butt cheek,
causing his second sock to fall off and Jordan to let out a further
cry of pain.
an old garden rake flew at this him and began jabbing his bottom with
it’s sharp prongs. Sometimes it jabbed the butt cheeks and sometimes
it jabbed between. Now on the floor, Jordan, tried crawling out of
range of the needle like prongs, but the fork followed him, still
jabbing away.
some way that Jordan couldn’t quite understand, as he crawled, his
hooded sweat shirt, also fell off, leaving him naked.
for all their bruising kicks and jabbing thrusts. The boots and the
garden fork were mere warm up acts compared to the next object
which was to assault the young athlete’s punished posterior.
Although smaller than the other items, who knew that a common plastic
bristled bottle brush could have such a devastating impact, if
inserted where it was about to thrust itself. 
the brush spun in circles, as if taking aim, then, with the
trajectory of a speeding bullet, it shot towards the unlucky young
athlete’s raised bottom, pushed between his buttocks, forcing open
the tight pink orifice between, and penetrating deep inside Jordan,
until every plastic bristle had vanished from view, and only the long
wire handle protruded from between the quivering cheeks.
a look of wide eyed shock on his face, opened his mouth to cry out,
but no sound came, and a silent scream echoed round the shabby
basement. He was like a frozen statue kneeling in an all fours “doggy
position” as the full enormity of the horror sunk in.
bristles of the bottle brush were only plastic, so they were not, in
reality, tearing his flesh, they just felt as if they were was.
However, it we not just the pain which further discomforted Jordan,
the bristles seemed to be pricking against every nerve end within in
his lower body, sending electric like pulses, similar to touching an
especially sensitive tooth, through his tense young body.
was causing sensations, he had never felt before, and never wished to
feel again. There are many straight men who derive secret pleasure
from anal penetration, but Jordan was not one of these men, for him
the sensation was nightmarish and incapacitating.
reached back, took hold of the wire handle and attempted to pull the
brush out if it’s new socket. However, the shock had caused his rear
passage to involuntarily tighten, with the result that the brush was
gripped firmly and would not budge.
flood or rational and and irrational thoughts washed back and forth
through his mind, he could understand very little of what had
happened within the last few frantic minutes, however the one stark
reality was that he needed to get this ghastly alien object removed
from his body, and for that, however embarrassing it might be, it
meant he had to find help.
attempted to stand up, but found he could not, as any attempt to
stand straight caused the bottle brush inside him to push against
nerves and muscle, causing an almost Sciatica like paralysis, which
kept him bent double. There was no way that he could either mount
the stairs, or climb back out the window, if he was stuck in this
he lay on the floor, effectively immobilised, the full nightmare
reality of his predicament became clear, he was trapped, stark naked
in the basement of an officer of the law, who obviously wished him
ill and who’s home he had just broken into. And top top it all, he
had a bottle brush wedged up his ass.
mounting horror Jordan realised that he was, well and truly, and
indeed literally, fucked!
be continued ….

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….


The Sting of the Jungle

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


Based on an idea by Ben


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Boy Learn lesson?” demanded Tarzan

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

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



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

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

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