Hunky young guys (18+) with sore bottoms
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Brody’s Embarrassing Secret
Brody could hear the anger in Coach Binder’s voice as he spoke. “Brace yourself, young man, are about to discover that spankings, hurt far more after a hot shower!” He paused, “And that’s just fine with me as that is exactly what you deserve, after what you did!”
Brody did not respond, this situation was embarrassing enough without admitting, in front of the team, that his Dad still spanked him … often. And that he knew exactly how painful a spanking was on a warm, wet, just showered bottom! Especially with a hairbrush.
He guessed that was why Coach had ordered him to take a hot shower just now.
For once, he wished he hasn’t been so arrogant and obnoxious, then maybe the other players would keep his spanking a secret between them, and maybe even forgive him for getting the team relegated. However, because it was him, they would relish spreading the news, and he knew the whole town would know before sunset.
Of course, his Dad would find out, if he didn’t hear it in town, the Coach would surely let him know, he would consider it his duty after all. That would guarantee, Brody would get a second dose when he got home.
A further wave of gloom hit him, as he saw, Wade McAllister taking out his cell phone, with its 4K camera. He, and his bare butt, were about to become reluctant film stars!! The embarrassment was unbearable, and would be for weeks!
Coach Binder looked down and Brody’s smooth, pert and well-rounded bare bottom, the prettiest tush on the team, and struggled to suppress a grin, he was going to enjoy the next five minutes .. maybe, six. Brody was his most deserving young athlete, and the coach was happy to give him exactly what he deserved. The satisfying knowledge that the young man would receive a further paternal spanking, later that day, well before the sting of this one had faded, was a desert to savour at his leisure. Just a shame he wouldn’t get to watch.
He raised the hairbrush high above his head….
The Humiliation of Reman Dane
(Chapter 5)
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It was undoubtedly true that handsome young Redman Dane’s life had been a series of embarrassing disasters and painful blows, since that day he had fallen naked from Magenta Mae Dosett’s bedroom window mere weeks before. However, his current predicament, exceeded all other horrors, even the mind numbingly embarrassing incident with the cucumber, in terms of sheer mortifying humiliation.
Being a young blade know for his arrogant pride, Redman would have welcomed death before tolerating the shameful degradation he was now forced to endure. On his knees, naked from the waist down and locked into the most humbling and uncomfortable pillory the human mind could design, with his exquisite, fair skinned backside unwillingly forced upward and fully exposed to the world’s gaze.
Sadly for Redman, the world had come to gaze. Throughout the day, it seemed as if the entire population of the market town, and surrounding countryside, had come to see the shaming of the the young man, who they correctly viewed as as a naked thief, caught attempting to steal clothes and who was now waiting to receive his rightful punishment.
To his horror and intense embarrassment , a group of young village girls sat down on the grass behind him and began to giggle and discuss his rectum and testicle, which, due to his enforced position were on full, uncovered display.
One of the girls declared that Redman’s anus was the “Prettiest rosebud, she ever did see” However, another declared that it was a naughty rosebud, which needed to be punished.
That girl, Bette Jane Bullock, had long harboured a secret sadistic streak, which had previously been restricted to fantasies, or torturing insects, however, now she has the opportunity to indulge her untold fetish on a human male. She jumped up, walked calmly over to a nearby bunch of nettles, and picked a few stalks each replete with their sting loaded leaves.
She then returned to her friends, and proceeded to tickle Redman’s tight puckering anus and the tender skin around it with the toxic leaves. Within moments the sensitive skin of Redman’s most intimate area began to burn and tingle fiercely, as the the tiny white and pink hives, caused by the fiery leaves began to appear.
Anyone who has been stung by nettles, knows how uncomfortable the sensation can be, and Redman, who has an extremely low tolerance to pain and no means of escaping, reacted exactly as an arrogant and entitled young patrician would, momentarily forgetting the vulnerability of his situation “Stop that you ill begotten whores!” he snarled “Or I will have you horse whipped!”
“I’d like to see you try you thieving scallywag!” cried Bette, who then proceeded to whip the captive lothario’s raised bottom with the nettles, this spreading the angry stinging sensation across his entire rump.
The girls the leaped up and ran away, shrieking with giggles, leaving Redman with an very sore bottom, the sting in which would not begin to fade until dusk began to fall some hours later.
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It was a beautiful late summer morning, with a gentle breeze moderating the warmth of the, still rising sun. However, the sanguine weather was not reflected in the face of the handsome young men riding his dappled grey horse through the Doset countryside. To say Redman was sulking would be to understate the sullen darkness of his mood.
For a youth as proud and arrogant as Redman, there were few pains which stung as fiercely as humiliation or the loss of his treasured dignity. Redman had been on this earth, just shy of twenty years, but never before had he suffered such humiliation, nor had his dignity been so shredded as in the last few days.
Almost a week had passed since the mortifying events had occurred in the great ballroom at his family mansion, yet the embarrassing images still flashed through his mind, as fresh and as painful as if they had happened moments before.
He had been forced to strip naked in front of the mocking gaze of the sons and daughters of the leading families of the county, and then publicly spanked on his bare rump like some miscreant child. Humbled and shamed, while the beautiful young gentlewomen giggled with glee from behind their fans, and the young gentlemen, who had previously envied him, now looked on with scorn and contempt.
That had been the darkest day of his life (so far) and one he would never forget.
Yet, as was his nature, Redman was not chastened by what had happened. Instead he seethed with furious anger and desire for revenge. Forgetting how disastrously his previous attempts at retribution had turned out.
All of a sudden his dark thoughts were disturbed when a masked and cloaked figure stepped our from behind a tree, pointing a musket at him. “Get down from that handsome horse young Sir! I have greater need of a steed myself!” the man’s voice muffled by his thick mask.
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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
Jordan and the Speedos from Hell
(Part 1)
It was early on a late summer morning, and the sun was just peeping through the curtains of the small bedroom where Jordan had spent the night. Jordan’s new guardian come baby sitter the Ranger had forced him to give up his usual, much larger bedroom, to his visiting cousin Harley. Who, he had been informed, knew how to behave like a well bread young gentleman man, and therefore deserved a better room.
“Muts that behave like coyotes don’t get to sleep in the kennel!” the Ranger had said, pointing Jordan in the direction on the guest room, a room Jordan had disliked and avoided ever since Aunt Blossom from Boise had died in it when she visited a few summers back.
That, combined with the spanking he had received for some misdemeanour earlier in the evening meant Jordan had retired in a very bad mood, with the result that he slept badly and was beset my unpleasant semi-conscious nightmares. In the most vivid of the nightmares, the Ranger in the jousting regalia or a medieval knight and on horseback was pursuing him across a wild and empty landscape, jabbing at his bare behind with the pointy end of his lance.
These nights the Ranger featured in most of Jordan’s nightmares, invariably cajoling and bullying him while simultaneously assailing his exposed rear end with some instrument of torture.
Jordan could therefore be forgiven for imagining he was still dreaming when he heard the the familiar voice booming “Time to get up ya’ lazy bug in a rug, there’s a treat in store for you!”
However, he was instantly wide awake when the Ranger jumped onto the bed, sat on him legs, Trapping him face down, and whacking his exposed bottom with the rubber sole of a beach shoe.
“OW …OWWW! That hurt” complained Jordan angrily “Stop it man!”
“Don’t be such a wimp!” laughed the ranger “You should be happy, this is a special day!” he continued to enthusiastically spank his captive prey with the rubber shoe.
The day didn’t seem special to Jordan, and it seemed even worse, when he spotted his cousin Harley, standing in the doorway, watching with a sneering grin on his scrawny face.
“Before your surprise though..” said the Ranger, putting down the beach shoe “You have to have your shots!” He took one of the syringes from the dish he had brought with him, which Jordan had not noticed, until that moment and which was perched precariously on the corner of the bed.
“Oh No! Not That!” Yelled Jordan but before the words had left his mouth, the Ranger had jabbed the needle hard into Jordan’s left butt cheek, causing an angry yell of pain to echo round the house.
Jordan struggled to free himself and avoid the second jab, but the Ranger swiftly climbed on top of him, sitting on his back and holding him firmly in place. “Harvey!” he called “Come hear and give your cousin the second jab.
Harvey quickly scuttled over and gleefully did as requested
Jordan struggled helplessly, seething with fury at the humiliation of had his butt injected by his hated cousin, who he knew would be enjoying him self and would seek to make the injection as painful as possible.
“Hold on!” ordered the Ranger “That’s the wrong cheek … damn too late! You have injected him the same cheek I just did!!”
“Sorry!” squeaked Harley “I got confused … should I get another needle?”
“NOOO!” yelled Jordan “That’s enough!”
“In that case you will need a second shot this evening” Replied the ranger
Jordan scowled moodily, he had a reprieve, but only a temporary stay of execution, as he still had a further injection to look forward to.
“Now for your treat!” grinned the Ranger as he finally climbed off Jordan “I had a discussion with the Doc and he agrees that you should now be allowed occasional breaks from the current bare butt treatment!”
Jordan, who had been sulkily scowling and rubbing his sore behind perked up immediately at this unexpected turn of events.
“Only very limited to start with!” he put his hand in his pocket and brought out a tiny pair of blue speedo swimming briefs, which he held out towards Jordan.
“You can wear these to go swimming for a few hours this afternoon!”
Although a break from the embarrassing nudity was a welcome surprise, Jordan was confused and a little dubious given the size of the garment being offered to him. “They are very … small!” he said
“Nonsense!” Replied the ranger “They are perfectly big enough, come and try them on!”
Jordan didn’t need asking twice, he leaped off the bed, grabbed the proffered speedos and quickly pulled them on, before checking himself out in the mirror.
The speedos were indeed very brief, the shiny blue fabric barely covering his groin and most of his butt cheeks! “Man but these are skimpy!” he complained
The Ranger laughed and gave Jordan hard slap across the seat of the tiny swimming briefs. “You are such a spoilt brat Jordan!” he said. “I told you the break was to be only a limited one! Those trunks are perfectly adequate, in fact I think they will serve their purpose very well indeed!!
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The Shaman’s Revenge (Part 16)
Jordan and the Credit Card Bill
Still holding Jordan firmly by the ear, Ranger Tartarus dragged the protesting and stark naked 19 year old into the living room, where to Jordan’s embarrassment three figures were waiting for them. Two policemen, and an older gentleman, whom Jordan recognised as their neighbour old Sam Huckerman, someone he had certainly not been hoping to see.
All three man had serious facial expressions, but there was a glint in each of their eyes which made Jordan keenly aware of his nakedness, He quickly clasped his cock and balls in his hands in an effort to at least hide them, although he had a creeping suspicion that, like the ranger, they would have equal, or likely greater, interest in another part of his anatomy altogether!!
It was so “so damn embarrassing being totally naked while being stared at by fully dressed people” he thought, without knowing how much more embarrassing his situation was about to get.
Finally releasing Jordan’s ear, Ranger Tartarus turned to him, with what passed for a serious expression, but with the usual mocking twinkle in his eyes “These Officer’s want to speak to you Jordan …. regarding an … unexpected discovery …. I made earlier!”
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The Shaman’s Revenge Part 20
Chase’s Shocking experience
The uncomfortable and humiliating experience with the soap had left Chase in a very angry mood, this combined with the fact he had been placed in a cell with three big, strong, long term convicts who’s idea or recreation was spanking his butt, was stinging the young would be mugger’s pride as much as his bottom, and increasing his bad temper.
To make matters worse there was still no sign of the promised prison uniform. As a result Chase was still stark naked, which, in itself was embarrassing and inevitably made him the butt of the other convicts’ cruel sense of humour.
This came to a head when he was making his way back to his cell and a convict blew a loud wolf whistle and mockingly shouted “That’s a cute little butt you got there Blondie, I bet your new Daddies just LUV spanking that!”
“F***ing shut up!” snarled Chase spinning round, and punching the mocking con on the jaw, knocking him to the floor.
In his anger, Chase had not noticed two prison guards standing nearby, until they immediately rushed forward and grabbed hold of him.
“That was an act of violence, which is strictly against prison rules!” one boomed
“Tell that to my damn cell mates!” snapped Chase “What they do to me is sure violent!!”
The guard ignored Chase’s reply and continued “There is a punishment for cons who act violently!” He said “And that’s the electric chair!”
“What the …?!” Chase was stunned and confused “cut the crap!”
“It’s not crap Buddy!” replied the second guard, leaning close to Chase’s face “You are getting the electric chair!”
“Yeah! Ol’ Buttwarmer will teach you to behave!” grinned the fist guard maliciously
“What are you talking about?!” asked an increasing alarmed Chase
“You will see!” laughed the the first guard as the two officers began pulling Chase down the walkway between cells
Chase, couldn’t believe what was happening, surely they were not planning to execute him just for hitting someone, especially as con he had hit was already sitting up and rubbing his chin. He had heard the state still permitted the use of the electric chair, but only for murder, after a trial and years of appeals, so how could this be happening?
Were the guards planning to kill him? He was starting to get seriously scared. “Guys … be reasonable .. I only tapped him…!”
“Yeah?” sneered the second guard “like you only tapped your girlfriend?” then the two men continued to drag Chase through the prison. How come they all knew about his fight with that bi**h Sandie Ann?
The guards led Chase down a flight of stairs and down a corridor to a large door, which they unlocked and pushed him in.
In the middle of the room was what appeared to be a metal chair, with a strange object protruding from the seat. This did not resemble any illustrations Chase had seen of execution style electric chairs, but he certainly did not like the look of it.
Before he knew what was happening, the two guards, acting in unison, turned and lifted him off the floor, each with one arm under his shoulders and the other under his knees. They then began carrying him towards the metal chair.
As they approached the chair, Chase realised that what he had thought was an object resting on the chair, was in fact moulded into the seat itself in the same metal and shaped like a large erect male penis.
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