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The Sting of the Jungle IV – Boy gets his bottom singed

Boy
sat on the edge of the lake, trying to think of something different
to do for a change. He was bored, there was only so much to do in the
jungle, apart from swinging on vines and taking a swim in the lake
there really was no fun, at least, not the sort of fun a 19 year old
boy wants to have.
He
dreamed of living in the city. In the city he could go to raves, hang
out with some cool dudes or go watch some chicks pole dance. Whereas
in the West African rainforest the closest he had got to fun had
peeping at the village girls bathing in the river, until they had
spotted him and reported him to Tarzan, with the inevitable
consequences.

He
left the lake and headed back into the jungle, deciding he would build
a camp fire and roast a yam and some sweet potatoes.
Unfortunately
for the jungle creatures, when Boy was bored his sadistic streak came
out, and having no humans smaller than himself available to bully,
he often enjoyed torturing small animals. He was in just such a mood when, after he had made the
camp fire, Boy spotted an unwary frog hopping by.

Boy’s
agile young body was swifter than the frog, he quickly caught it and
laughing cruelly he dangled the unlucky creature over the flames.
As
usual, however, Boy’s luck ran out just as he had begin to enjoy
himself, as Tarzan strode into the clearing and saw what he was
doing.
Tarzan
strode forward, snatched the frog from boy’s hand and dropped it
safely into the grass.
Suspecting a spanking was on the cards, Boy attempted to escape, but too late, Tarzan
grabbed him by the wrist with one hand while he tore off the younger
man’s loin cloth with the other. Tarzan then lifted boy up and held
him bottom down over the camp fire “How do you like it?” he snarled
“How do you feel being dangled over the fire?” he lowered Boy
closer to the flames “Shall I drop you?” he demanded “should I
throw your bottom into the fire, just as you were about to do to that poor frog?”
Boy
could feel the heat from the flames, just a few feet from his
backside, his instinctive desire to struggle tempered by the fear
that doing so might actually cause Tarzan to drop him.
“I
tell you what” growled Tarzan, “I am going to toast your backside
anyway!” with that, he sat down on a fallen tree trunk and threw
Boy over his lap. “If you are going to be cruel to animals, I
shall be cruel to you!” he said, and, with that, he proceeded to
give Boy’s bare bottom a long, hard and very well deserved spanking.
Finally,
after a very long spanking, Tarzan stormed off, leaving Boy rubbing
his very sore bottom.

Boy
spotted the frog and with the lopsided logic of the very selfish,
decided that the poor creature was somehow to blame for what had
happened. He aimed a kick at the frog which sent it flying through
the air. However, the violence of the kick caused boy to loose his
balance.
It
seemed that Karma had come back to burn our bad boy on the ass, as he
stumbled and fell backwards
Landing
bare bottom first into the smouldering camp fire
“Ahhh!!!”
boy screamed in genuine agony as his, already very sore and tender
bottom landed heavily amongst the flames and red hot coals. Fate had
decided to to deliver justice in a very painful manner.

 

Boy
jumped to his feet, clutching his well singed behind.
Letting
out an agonized shriek he ran through the jungle clutching his
bottom, desperate to reach water to cool his roasted behind.
On
reaching the rived boy lowered his punished and burnt behind into the
water in an attempt to cool off the burning pain. However, it would be many days before his bottom stopped stinging

Meanwhile
boys carelessly placed camp fire set fire to a large area of jungle
causing serious damage to the local environment.
Later,
Tarzan rubbed soothing cream into Boy’s griddled rump, and as he did
so lectured the younger man about the damage he had caused and
telling him exactly what would be done to him once his bottom had
healed.

It
would take a couple of weeks for Boy’s bottom to recover, and return
to it’s usual pert, white and very spankable state. However, Boy decided
he had no intention of still being around when it did, as he knew
what Tarzan had planned.
That
night as Tarzan slept, Boy stole the older man’s savings and then
took the canoe down river to the nearest city, where he used the
money to purchase a one way ticket to America.
As
Boy made his escape, he hoped he would also escape the pain in the
ass which his life had become! However, little did he know the
sangoma’s curse had not gone away and would follow him across the Atlantic …..
The
End??

Sting of the Jungle III (Part 2)


Click here for Sting of the Jungle III (part1)
 

Boy
felt very sorry for himself, he had not been able to sit down
comfortably for days, after Tarzan had spanked him immediately after
removing the porcupine quills from his bottom. To make matters worse
all his loincloths had been confiscated because he kept losing them,
therefore, he was naked at all times, which was not only
embarrassing but he also felt very vulnerable, especially since he
had discovered that the object he had seen Tarzan whittling was a
paddle.
If
anything, night time was even worse, as the sting in his bottom kept
him awake, so he just lay there thinking about how awful it was to be
stuck in a boring jungle with a strong armed muscle man who believed
the answer to any problem was to spank it. He determined that, as
soon as he could, he would escape to America and live in a city,
where he could wear clothes and never get spanked again.

However,
he would keep that plan a secret, he didn’t wish to give Tarzan any reason to make his bottom any sorer than it already was.

Luckily Boy
was young, and the young heal quickly, so within a few days his
bottom returned to an unspanked and, rather delightful like pink
shade. Once again as the sting in his tail faded, so did his self-seeking resolve to be good. He was just about to sneak off and find
somewhere private, where he could jack off, when he heard Tarzan
calling for him.
“Damn,
what’s that jerk want now?” he thought. 

He considered hiding,
however, the memory of the last spanking had not sufficiently faded
for him to risk another one just yet. Adopting a pose of nonchalance,
tinged with as much insolence as he dared, he sauntered into the
jungle clearing where Tarzan was waiting, his arrogant attitude
somewhat undermined by the fact that he was as naked as a baby.

Boy
grimaced at the sight of the two large empty containers at Tarzan’s
feet, as he knew they meant he would be ordered to carry out one of
his least favourite chores.
“The
barrel is almost empty again!” snapped the older man “I told you
to keep it full, or we will have nothing to drink or wash with! You
need to fill it up now”
The
sulky expression on Boy’s face expressed exactly how he felt about
this task. It would take ten containers to fill the water barrel,
that meant five trips to the river carrying heavy containers of
water.
“You
had better wear this” said Tarzan “holding out one of Boy’s
confiscated loincloths “In case the women from the village are
there.” he added “However, if you loose this one, you won’t be able to sit
down this side of the monsoon season!”
“Of
course I won’t loose it! sneered Boy hurriedly grasping at the first
vestige of dignity he’s been allowed in days “I am not stupid you
know!”
Tarzan
raised one eyebrow as he watched Boy hurriedly putting on the
loincloth, but decided to keep his council for the moment. The
older man grinned, he had a sneaking suspicion that boy’s pert and
perfectly formed bottom would be back over his knee, receiving
another well deserved spanking, once again in the very near future!

-/-
It
was a hot day and, despite being remarkably fit and athletic, by the
time Boy had completed two trips to the river and back carrying heavy
containers of water he was hot, sweaty, irritable and feeling in need of a
break. The cool river water looked very tempting, he decided to take
a quick swim before continuing his heavy task. Careful not to get the
loincloth wet, he stripped naked and left the precious garment by a
tree on the river bank before diving into the water for a brief
skinny dip.
He
did not notice that Hector, one of the chimpanzees which Tarzan had
raised from a baby, had followed him to the river, and was sitting on
the bank, watching him splashing about in the shallows.
The
chimp harboured a strong resentment for Boy, who had bullied it
cruelly for years, and as it observed the naked boy, oblivious to his
beauty but keenly aware of it’s animosity towards it’s sometime
tormentor, a plot began to form in Hector’s almost human brain.
A
highly intelligent creature, Hector understood a lot of human
language and the line “You won’t sit down ..” was a phrase it had
heard often enough to understand what it meant and to appreciate the
implied threat they held for it’s adversary’s bottom. It understood
that Tarzan had used the phrase in connection with the piece of cloth
he had given to Boy, and concluded that, were Boy to loose that piece
of cloth, Tarzan might inflict pain on Boy’s rump. If so, it would
be an outcome which the vengeful ape would find very pleasing indeed.
The
Chimpanzee hurried over to the loincloth and snatched it up, waving
it in the air and making loud hoots and screeches to attract Boy’s
attention.
Hearing
the noise, Buy spun round and spotted the chimp on the bank “What’s
that dumb ape doing?!” He thought, then he spotted the loincloth
gripped in Hector’s fist “Put that down you stupid fucking
monkey!” he yelled, but Hector just let out a chattering laugh and
scuttled off toward the woods, still carrying his trophy.
At that moment Boy
suddenly realised that his bottom was very bare and very, very
vulnerable
He
waded hastily to the bank, knowing he had to retrieve the loincloth
or he would be in for a serious spanking, he gulped, maybe Tarzan
would even use that damn paddle on him!
The
chimp scampered away through the long grass towards the jungle with
the naked Boy in hot pursuit desperate to retrieve his loincloth and
avoid a paddling.
Once
in the jungle, Hector looked back and impudently waved the loincloth
at Boy, as if taunting him.
“Damn
you, you little brute!” snarled the angry boy running towards the
monkey. Unfortunately, Boy was so intent on catching the animal he
did not watch where he was going, he tripped and fell forward into
the narrow crook of a tree.
Boys
continuing streak of bad luck was showing no signs of leaving him. To
his horror he found that when he attempted to free himself, he found
he could not, he was held tight in the tight gap between the trunk
and a branch, which gripped him firmly round the waist. He struggled
in an effort to get loose, but this merely made his predicament
worse, by pushing his front half forward whilst raising his peachy
bare bottom up and presenting it naked an exposed like a sacrificial
offering to a pagan god.
He
heard Hector’s shrill chatter transform into a mocking cackle and he
determined he would, one day slaughter that ape!
He
had been stuck in the vice like grasp on the tree for a few minutes
when he became aware of the sound of something approaching him from
behind. He stiffened in fear and a bead of sweat formed on his
forehead. Not all the predators in the jungle were tame, due to his position he was
unable to clime a tree to avoid sharp teeth and claws, whilst he knew
his lower half would appear a tempting feast for a hungry carnivore. 

In fact the approaching “thing” was two young men from the
village on the edge of the jungle, returning from an unsuccessful
hunting expedition.

The
first youth to enter the clearing stopped in amazement at the sight
which met him, a handsome white bottom and legs protruding from a
fork in a large wild fig tree. His surprise did not last for long,
there were only two semi naked white men this deep in the West
African jungle, and from one glance at the pert young bottom and
toned athletic legs he could be reasonably sure it wasn’t the more
bulky and muscular Tarzan.
Boy
was well known to the villagers, but, unlike the popular Tarzan, Boy
was not well liked. He was generally considered an arrogant and
selfish brat, whom they widely suspected spied on the village girls.
They all delighted in the stories of Boy’s many misfortunes, which
invariably resulted in Boy receiving a very sore bottom, which in
their view he richly deserved.
It
was no great surprise to find that Boy had got himself into yet
another embarrassing predicament, and the youth’s heart missed a
couple of beats at the prospect of this time being the one in a position to give Boy his sore
bottom.

Joined
by his companion, who exploded in giggles upon realising what an
opportunity for a bit of entertainment they had happened upon, the
two youths approached Boy’s exposed and vulnerable backside. The
first youth lifted his spear and jabbed first Boy’s left butt cheek
then the right one with the sharp point.
Boy
cried out in shock and pain, his first terrified thought being that
the sharp points were the teeth of a leopard , and then he heard the
very human sound of laughter and his fear turned to anger and
humiliation!
The
other youth joined in and both had some fun jabbing Boy’s sensitive
bottom with their sharp spears and laughing as their target squealed
in pain and outrage, threatening them with any amount of revenge he
was in no position to inflict.
The
youths eventually tired of that game, but they were not finished with
Boy by any means . Freeing him from the crook of the tree, they
immediately trussed him up like a turkey with hanging vines and proceeded to
hoist him into the air.  Whilst he hung helplessly before them they smeared his behind with fresh
honey from the honeycomb they carried with them for energy.

Laughing happily at Boy’s discomfort, the two youths then headed back to the village leaving Boy hanging from the vine.

At
first Boy did not understand the purpose of the honey, but it soon
became clear, as the sweet sticky substance attracted every stinging
insect in the vicinity, which all came swarming around his behind in a
frenzy of buzzing and stinging.
Boy
yelled and struggled as the as the tiny but toxic creatures attacked
him with vigour, covering his well jabbed and honey smeared bottom with painful
stings.
Boy’s
struggling snapped the vines by which he was hanging from the tree,
and he hurtled toward the hard jungle floor….
Where
he made a painful landing.
Boy
lept to his feel, clutching his tortured behind and let out a yell of
anguish, a not unfamiliar sound in that corner of the jungle.
The
loincloth briefly forgotten the red bottomed Boy made his way home. However, he
remembered it as soon as he met up with Tarzan and saw the look on
his face, and the paddle gripped in his hand. Boy knew instantly that
he was about to be spanked!
Boy
was not wrong, Tarzan was furious, not only has his miscreant ward
clearly lost his clothing again, but he had only filled a quarter of
the tank with water. To make matters worse when he had gone to the
river to find what was taking Boy so long, he had been just in time
to see the precious containers, which Boy had left on the bank
floating off down stream towards the mighty Congo river, where they would be lost forever
The
containers had come from a aircraft which had crashed a few years
earlier and would not be easy to replace that deep in the jungle.
Boy would have to carry water in banana leaves in future. However,
that punishment would come later, right now it was time for the especially crafted
paddle to be put to work. Tarzan strode forward grabbed hold of Boy,
slung the lad over his shoulder and headed towards a rock, where he
sat down and placed Boy firmly across his knee.
Boy
was then paddled from various angles, first on his back over Tarzan’s
knee with his legs in the air.

Then
bent over a fallen tree, his long athletic legs kicking helplessly behind him, as Hector the sadistic ape, shrieked with delight.
For
the next twenty minutes the sound of whacking echoed through the
jungle, as the birds and animals fell silent listening to the
familiar sound of Boy’s progressively more frantic cries.
Finally
it was over, Tarzan marched off into the jungle clutching the still
warm paddle in his hand, leaving a well punished Boy crouching on all
fours, his glowing red bottom sticking up in the air.
Hector,
the chimpanzee which had followed Boy when he returned to camp, and
happily watched while his enemy was punished, looked on, pleased, in
it’s almost human way, with it’s day’s work. 

About
to eat a banana, the sight of Boy’s fiery red spanked bottom and the
now exposed puckering portal between the cheeks, caused a more appropriate
use for the curved cylinder shaped fruit began to form in it’s mind,
a use which would add a final, uncomfortable, humiliation to Boy’s
catalogue of mishaps. 
Hector
waddled up to Boy, and with one swift movement, rammed the banana
firmly into Boy’s upraised anus, forcing it in until only a couple of
inches remained exposed, protruding from the tight orifice.
The expression on the ape’s face couldn’t have said more clearly, “Now you’re fucked asshole!” 

Boy
gasped in mortified horror as the hard and rather large alien object
invaded his most intimate parts, momentarily frozen in shock, shame
and humiliation. This had certainly not been a good day.

The End

Sting of the Jungle III (Part 1)

 Part 1

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

 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

Greg and Mike’s backwoods adventure Part 2

The mountain men carry their captives into the cellar … 

 

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

 Mike gently soothes his brother’s burning behind

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

The next morning the mountain men inspect their new captives

Greg argues with them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


TO BE CONTINUED ……..

The Unlucky Robber

18 year old Rusty Brewster needed some money fast, to pay back some
gambling debts he owed to a local gang, and to the young villain’s mind
the quickest and easiest way to get money was to steal it.  It was for
this reason that early one bright October morning Rusty slipped out of
bed and and sneaked down the back alleyways to a house he had
successfully robbed a few months before.The house belonged to
two gay men, Max Boxer and Leo Russell, whom Rusty considered easy
targets and probably quite wealthy.  “A pair of fags” he thought as he
forced open a window and clambered through “they are asking to be
robbed!”
 He managed to force open a ground floor window and climbed in. Unfortunately for young Rusty, the house’s occupants, Max and Leo, were not the easy pushovers he had thought, they had heard him climbing through the window, rushed downstairs and swiftly overpowered the young would be burglar.
“Rusty Brewster” growled Max “I always suspected it was you who robbed us last time, so now you have come back for more have you?” “Well! We have a special device for dealing with burglars in this house!” laughed Leo “And you are going to be the first to try it out!” With that the men dragged the struggling youth down the stairs to their cellar.

Once in the cellar Rusty was presented with a bizarre looking apparatus, consisting of a metal frame screwed to the floor, next to which was what appeared to be a small motor screwed onto a block at one end with an extended arm at the other, at the end of which was a leather paddle.

“What the fuck is that?” asked Rusty

“It’s a spanking machine” replied Max Boxer “a home made spanking machine!”

“And you are going to be the first to try it out!” added Leo Russell with a cheerful laugh

With
that the two older men proceeded to strip the protesting Rusty naked.  They then dragged him to the frame and firmly pushed him onto his knees over a padded leather seat before attaching  leather straps to his wrists and ankles, so that he was held firmly in place.

“Let me go you fuckers!” snarled Rusty, but the men just laughed in response.
Rusty began to feel very vulnerable and very helpless.“You
are not going anywhere before we have tested the machine on you!”
grinned Max, picking up  a small grey object attached to the machine by a
length of cable.He then gently pressed a button on the object,
at which point the machine sprung into action.  The long arm at the
front swung back in an arc and then shot forward so that the leather
paddle landed across Rusty’s upturned bare bottom with a resounding
WHACK!“Ouch!!!” yelled Rusty “that fucking hurt!”

Max and Leo cried out in simultaneous shared delight! They had tested Max’s machine on cushions before, but this was the first time it had been used on a human subject and it was gratifying to see that it worked so well.

“It’s supposed to hurt Dumbo!” sneered Max “It’s a spanking machine!” he
pressed the button again, this time a little harder, which caused the
machine to react even faster, delivering a harder and louder “THWACK!!”
to their handsome captive’s exposed behind.

“OUCH!!” Okay, okay!!  it works you fucks!”yelled Rusty, “now let me free!”

“Let you free?” repeated Leo “No way Jose, not until you’ve been properly spanked as you deserve!”

Max pressed the button again, this time maintaining the pressure with his
finger, this caused the arm of the machine to swing back and forth at
different speeds depending upon the degree of pressure applied
delivering resounding WHACK! After ringing “THWACK!” to their
unfortunate captives already reddening bottom.

As this was going on, the couple’s tabby cat sauntered into the room and sat down calmly watching the scene before it as if the sight of a man strapped to a
frame and being spanked by a home made machine, was nothing out of it’s
usual every day experience.

Rusty continued to cry out in increasing anger and discomfort as the mechanised swats continued to belabour his stinging rear.  However, the older men felt scant sympathy for him, not only was his comeuppance well deserved, it was also highly entertaining.

“My turn now!” laughed Leo, taking the control from his partner’s hand and pressing the button with varying levels of pressure, varying the speed at which it continued to spank Rusty.

Meanwhile Max walked over to Rusty, knelt down, and began to slap the youth’s now very pink behind, alternating the smacks between the swats brought down on it by the machine.

The men were now really enjoying themselves and were delighted with the success of their machine, Max even began to wonder if he could patent it and begin selling spanking machines to the public.

Rusty, of course, was considerably less enthusiastic, he protested loudly and struggled in vain to free himself from the leather straps which held him in place over the metal frame.

Despite the men’s enjoyment, the large central heating boiler in the corner of
the cellar made the room very hot, and they soon started to feel thirsty.

“I need a drink!” said Leo “lets go to the bar for a beer”

“Good idea!” replied Max “But what about him?” he pointed to Rusty

“He can carry on being spanked!” laughed Leo, placing the control on the
floor and then placing the leg of an old chair onto the button, taking
care to ensure that both objects were far enough from Rusty’s legs to
ensure he couldn’t kick them apart.

As Leo had correctly judged, the weight of the chair on the button caused the machine to move in a  regular back and forth motion delivering firm and painful swats to Rusty’s bottom, each swat falling approximately fifteen seconds
apart.    “Great!” he grinned “The weight of the chair can do the job. While we go for a drink!”

“OWW! …OUCH!!” yelled Rusty “You can’t …OUCH! … leave me like this!”

“Oh yes we can!” chuckled Max “We’ll be back in a couple of hours, by which
time your little white trash bottom should have been properly spanked, just as it deserves!”

“NOOOO! …OWW!” cried Rusty, in horror, the prospect of being spanked for two hours beginning to sink in “Please don’t!! …. OUCH!”

The men just laughed as they walked to the door “Bye Rusty!” sniggered Leo “You stay where you are and take your punishment like a man!”

“Or like the jerk you are!” added Max

Leo and Max grinned at each other as they walked back up the stairs
listening to the whacking sound of the spanking machine belabouring
Rusty’s bare tail echoing through the door.

Rusty struggled and bucked against the unyielding restraints in an attempt to free himself, whilst at the same time attempting to move his agonised bottom out of range of the relentless leather paddle, both efforts failed dismally, as
he remained firmly held in place and the paddle kept landing squarely on its reddening target. He was trapped and there seemed to be no way to get free until the men returned.

If Rusty thought his situation was bad, it was about to get a lot worse, as the cat, which had been quietly observing the scene stood up, stretched, and then walked across to the chair which was resting on the spanking machine control.  Then with one agile leap the animal jumped straight onto the chair before
settling itself down for a sleep on the frayed, but still comfortable padded seat.

The added weight of the cat pushed the chair-leg down more firmly onto the spanking machine control button, with the result that the machine suddenly speeded up, the pace of the paddle swinging arm increasing from a regular back and forth motion to a rapid fire barrage of increasingly  stinging swats as the extended arm zipped back and forth at three to four times its previous speed  delivering a resounding “THWACK!” to Rusty’s burning backside at quarter second intervals.

“HELP!!!…OWW! …AAAGH!! …HELP ME!!” bellowed Rusty “PLEASE HELP! …OW!!  THIS THING IS KILLING ME!!”

But there was nobody to hear him, and his voice was almost drowned by the
loud “WHACK! …WHACK!  WHACK!” From the paddle as the blistering
mechanical spanking continued.

“WHACK! …WHACK!  WHACK! ..WHACK! …WHACK!  WHACK!”

Rusty knew there was no way he could continue to injure the pain, and that he
had to free himself somehow.  With all the strength his young body could summon up he strained at the restraints holding him firmly to the floor, and finally he heard a cracking sound as the chain holding his right foot to the floor snapped.  Moments later the chain holding his right hand to the floor followed suit.

Having one side free enabled the agile youth to flip his body over onto his back, crying out in agony as the leather paddle landed with loud thwack across his groin, cock and balls, before he managed to wriggle out of it’s merciless
range. “AAAAGHHH! OWWW!” he yelled

His right hand free Rusty was now able to release his remaining trapped limbs and make a bolt for freedom.  Luckily, believing their captive was securely strapped to the spanking machine, Max and Leo had no bothered to lock the cellar door, so Rusty threw it open, rushed up the stairs and out of the house.

So determined was he to escape that he had run almost a quarter of a mile before he realised he was still stark naked, having left his clothes where they fell when the two man had stripped him. Despite his nudity, there was no way he could go back to the house and risk being strapped to that evil machine again, he would somehow have to make it home the way he was.

He ran through the park, at one end of which was a large are area which had been allowed to grow wild, full of long uncut grass and wild flowers.  Spotting some people walking towards him, he ducked down to hide, crouching amongst the vegetation.

Poor Rusty, his bad luck was really holding our, he chose to crouch down amongst some wild flowers which were especially popular with wasps, and
two of the grumpy insects took exception to  the glowing pink object, (Rusty’s well spanked butt) which was suddenly thrust towards them.

With an angry “BZZZZIIT!” one wasp then another flew at Rusty’s naked
backside and rammed their stingers into his tender flesh sending a sharp
stream of toxin shooting like a painful electric shock into the unlucky youth.

“AAAAAGHHH!!!” screamed Rusty, leaping to his feet and clutching his throbbing rear, oblivious to the shocked reaction of a passing couple.  Still holding his well punished bottom, Rusty ran past them and on towards his home.

It would be many hours before Rusty’s rump even begun to stop stinging  No matter how much he tried to cool it down.

Leading to a restless and painful sleep.

The next day Rusty had baseball practice, which proved a very uncomfortable
and embarrassing. The other boys immediately noticed his bright red bottom and teased him mercilessly.

However, worse was to come. When he returned home he was horrified to see  Max Boxer and Leo Russell sitting on the front room sofa talking to Rusty’s dad Hank Brewster, and from the look on their faces he could be sure the three men had not been discussing the football scores.

Hank Brewster swung round in his chair as Rusty entered, “You little …!” he snarled “Mr Boxer and Mr Russell have been telling me what you have been up to!”

“But Dad you can’t believe those two f……!!” cried Rusty before his words
were silenced by the arch of his father’s eyebrow, he knew he was in big
trouble.

“You remember what the judge told you last time Rusty?!!” bellowed the furious man “One more robbery and you are going to prison!”

Rusty did remember the judge’s threat, but had not expected to be caught.

“You are very lucky that Max and Leo have been so generous” continued Hank
“They have agreed  not to go to the police this time!”

“..On condition…” added Leo

“On condition that I deal with you severely!” continued Hank

“.. and regularly” said Max

“W…what do …y..you mean?” asked Rusty unhappily

“I am going to spank your little bottom!” snarled his father “Every day
for the next week!” With that he leaned over, grabbed his son, pulled
down his jeans and underpants and forced him firmly over his knee.

“That is right!” smiled Max Boxer “So long as you deal with the young man in
an appropriate manner we will not take the matter further ….. this
time!”

“Oh I will deal with him appropriately!” replied Hank
“Don’t you worry!”  with that he raised his hand in the air and brought
it down with a loud SMACK!!on Rusty’s exposed and still pink bottom.

“No Dad! Stop!” yelled Rusty “OUCH!! You don’t know what this perverts did to me!” he cried “My ass is still on fire!….OWWW!!”

“Don’t make matters worse by insulting our guests Boy!” snapped Mr Brewster
“Whatever they did to you, I will do twice as much and twice as hard!” he continued to smack his son’s bare behind with all the, quite considerable, force his large muscular arms could muster.

“This might help” said Leo producing a large hairbrush from the rucksack he had brought with him.

“It sure will!” replied Hank taking the offered implement and tapping it against the palm of him hand.

“NOOO!” cried Rusty “PLEASE NO!”

Max Boxer pulled out his camera phone from his jeans pocket and began to
take photographs which he knew would be enjoyed by the members of some
internet groups and blogs he belonged to.

The two men grinned at each other and sat back to enjoy the spectacle.

18 year old Rusty’s bottom would remain very sore for a very long time to come!!

       The End

The Sting of the Jungle – (Part 2)

 The STING of the Jungle (Part 2)
 
As the days passed and the sting began to fade from his well punished behind, Boy began to regain much of his old cockiness and also a degree of the arrogance and selfishness which had got him into trouble in the fist place. Most boys have short memories, and Boy was no exception, it was not in his nature to be good unless forced to be, and left to his own devices his true nature soon began to resurface.
 
A wise guardian knows that behavioural issues need to be reinforced regularly, usually with a firm hand, or other suitable implement, applied to tender, preferably bared, young buttocks. Tarzan was generally a wise guardian, but he was also a busy man, and, as such he occasionally allowed Boy more freedom than was good for him.
 
Boy, of course took full advantage of this, and in no time he was back to his old ways, mistreating the jungle animals when Tarzan was not looking, and more recently he had taken to spying on the maidens from the village at the edge of the jungle as they bathed in the river.
 
Cheetah watched Boy’s behaviour with growing irritation. The wise old chimp had hoped the lad’s earlier chastisement would lead him to change his ways, but it was becoming clear that further punishment was necessary. He recalled that Boy’s previous punishment began with the forced removal of the youth’s loincloth and decided this was most probably the best way to start.
He took the opportunity as Boy swung passed him hanging from a vine, at which point the old ape reached out, grabbed hold of Boy’s loincloth and tugged, ripping away Boy’s only covering leaving him swinging naked through the jungle.
 
Boy was so taken by surprise that he flew straight into a tree, causing him to loose grip of the vine …..
 
….. sending him hurtling towards the jungle floor where he landed heavily, and painfully on his bare behind.
As Boy lay on the jungle floor, clutching his bruised and aching tush he failed to notice a shadowy figure watching him from among the trees.
 
As this was the second loincloth Boy had lost, Tarzan declared that, as punishment it would not be replaced and that Boy would have to remain naked until he learnt to be more careful with his property.
 
For weeks thereafter Boy’s tender 19 year old bottom would be fully exposed to the world at all times.
 
This provided Tarzan with easy access to it at any time of the day and night when he felt it was appropriate to turn his young ward over his knee and spank him hard. Which as an event that occurred on regular and frequent occasions.
 
 
Meanwhile, in his home on the edge of the jungle, Boy’s most deadly enemy was plotting against him. The Sangoma would never forgive the insult the white boy had carelessly tossed in his direction. Boy had the insolence to call him a mere “witch doctor” and he would pay dearly for that rudeness. 
The Sangoma’s anger had been slated for a while after having watched the butt punishment which Boy had suffered a few weeks earlier, but being prone to violent mood wings his anger had flared again and he decided further chastisement was due.

 

First he would use an ancient potion, the secret properties of which were known to heighten sensation, increasing pleasure and also discomfort by many levels, it was the second of these effects which the Sangoma intended for Boy, he grinned as he dipped the tips of his darts into the liquid.

 

Once his darts were prepared, the Sangoma began to work on another potion, for this he needed to use three of his prized Bhut Jolokia chili peppers, the hottest known to man and grown from seeds imported from Assam. When crushed and mixed with various African herbs and spices they would create a particularly fiery embrocation.
 
Sometime later the Sangoma was seen leaving his hut on the edge of the village and heading towards the jungle carrying a blow pipe and a goatskin bag. 
After stopping briefly at the cave where Tarzan stored provisions and where the ape man and Boy sheltered during the rainy season, the Sangoma set off in search of his target.
He didn’t have far to look, as he has expected Boy was crouching behind a bush by the riverbank watching a group of village girls bathing. 

 

As he crouched there, with his bare white 19 year old bottom raised, he presented an irresistible target for the Sangoma, who, while hiding behind a nearby tree quickly slipped a dart into his blowpipe and raised it to his lips. Taking aim, he inhaled deeply and then before blowing into the pipe.
 
The dart shot out of the pipe and ripped through the air, hurtling towards its exposed and tender target.

 

“Thwup!!” the dart hit Boy in the centre of his right butt cheek the needle like point penetrating his skin like a hypodermic injection shot from a cannon. “YEEEEEAAAAAOOOOOWWW!!” Boy let out a scream of agony as the pain shot through him.

 

The Sangoma grinned to himself as he looked at the feather ended dart sticking out of Boy’s behind like an odd little tale. He knew that, at that very moment the potion was already flowing through Boy’s veins where it would remain for the next 48 hours. The mixture would do no lasting harm to Boy, but whilst it remained in his body it would heighten sensitivity and sensation, so that anything Boy felt, be it pleasure, pain or even mild discomfort, would be considerably exaggerated.
 
If all went to plan, Boy would be experiencing quite a few sensations over the next two days, and few, if any, would be pleasurable ones.
 
Boy ran home clutching the dart in one hand and his throbbing backside with the other. However, when he found Tarzan, the older man was somewhat less sympathetic than he had expected.
“You have obviously been upsetting the villagers again” boomed Tarzan, “they would not be firing darts at you otherwise would they?!!” he said “What did I tell you would happen if you bothered the villager?”
 
“You can’t be serious!” protested Boy ”You can’t spank me! I’ve just been shot in the ass!”
 
“Maybe an even sorer bottom will help reinforce the message!” snarled Tarzan, who sat down on an exposed tree root grabbed hold of Boy threw him over his knee, and began spanking his upturned bare bottom.

By this stage the Sangoma’s potion gad begun to take effect, effectively tripling the stinging sensation caused by the impact of Tarzan’s hand on Boy’s bottom, to boy it felt like each smack was a branding iron searing his flesh. A spanking from Tarzan was bad enough at the best of times, but this one was a fire storm, and Boy immediately began to yell and scream as if he was being murdered.
 
“All that noise, because of a little prick!” shouted Tarzan, “What a baby you are” and he continued to spank with renewed gusto.
 
Watching from behind the tree, the Sangoma chuckled to himself, his plan was working, and this was just the start.

____________________
 
That night Boy slept badly, his dreams were tormented by visions of hellish demons with branding irons and pointed tridents torturing his burning behind.

_________________
 
 
The next morning Tarzan ordered Boy to leave the jungle and go on to the open land to collect a special herb which grew there.

 

Boy was in a bad mood, he was tired after the fitful nights sleep, and his behind still stung from the spanking he had received from Tarzan the day before, he had never known a spanking to sting for so long afterwards, “the old guy must have really hit hard!” he muttered.

 

As Boys was bending to pick the herbs, he failed to notice the brown python slithering towards him, in fact it was not until the huge snake lunged forward and wrapped itself around his legs and arms, trapping him in a bending position, that he even noticed it was there.
 
“Let go of me you overgrown worm” yelled Boy, but the serpent just tightened its grip causing Boy to bend even further into a more vulnerable and exposed position.

It was then that Boy heard the thunderous hooves pounding towards him. He could not see what was coming, but it was obviously large and heavy and probably none too friendly. He struggled to free himself and escape but the python held him firmly in place.
 
In fact the creature approaching Boy from behind was Old Sharp Horn a rhino with one of the longest and pointiest horns in all of Africa, and as the mighty animal lumbered forward that horn was pointed straight at Boy’s tight and puckering rosebud which was raised up and exposed by his humiliating position.

Despite its bulk and the seeming clumsiness of its movement, the rhinoceros hit its target with the precision of an archer striking a bullseye, the pointed horn forcing its way between the tight lips of boys rectum and skewering the errant but handsome like a kebab.

 
Its job done, the python released it’s grip and slithered away as the rhino raised its head, hooking Boy by the anus and lifting him off the ground.

His entire body weight now resting on his penetrated anus, Boy reached back and gripped the horn, on which he was now firmly impaled straining every muscle and breaking into a sweat in a relatively unsuccessful effort to prevent the sharp and hard tusk from entering further inside him.
 
The rhino turned and began to run causing Boy to bounce up and down on its horn, each bounce forcing the hard and rough object further up his behind, The unfortunate lad screamed in pain as his tight spincter was stretched wide and wider by the intruding shaft, to his horror he realised he was, in effect, being fucked by a rhino horn.

 

On the rhino trundled, its huge hoofs thudding on the ground and causing its mighty frame to shudder and jerk each movement thrusting the hard and tormenting horn into the unhappy youth impaled on its spiky end.
Then the great beast stopped dead in its tracks, and with one violent shake of its head, sent boy flying off its horn and high into the air before he came hurtling back down to land on a mound of earth in the centre of savanna, breaking the crust and landing heavily in the middle of the structure.

 

Stunned and sore Boy sat for a moment in the middle of the broken mound, despite his uncomfortable landing he was glad to be off that hard and thrusting horn. His relief was short lived, for when he attempted to lift himself free from the hole caused by his landing, he found he could not. The mound appeared to be a structure formed of a number of passageways leading to a central chamber. Boy’s bottom had broken through the ceiling of the chamber but was now firmly wedged between the sides of the hole he had created, like a cork jammed in a bottle neck.
 
He tried to struggle but that only served to jam his bare bottom further into the hole. He was trapped with only his head legs arms and shoulders above the ground, with the rest of him gripped firmly in a ‘v’ shape in the unyielding and compacted earth which made up the mound in which he had landed.
 
He tried to shout for help, but his voice echoed around the empty plain, and he knew there was nobody to hear him, as Tarzan was miles away back in the jungle.
 
His voice was heard though, the Sangoma, who had been hiding nearby patted the head of the great rhinoceros as it waddled past him on its way back to the river. “Well done Kifaro he whispered, you have done well!”

 

Back at the mound, Boy was wracking his brain to think of a means of escape when he sensed a tingle across his butt cheek as first one set of six tiny legs and then another began to crawl over his behind, followed by a third and a forth. At first he could not understand what was happening, but then he looked at the mound and accompanied by a growing horror the realisation of what it was began to dawn on him. It was an ant hill ….. HIS BARE ASS WAS STUCK IN AN ANT HILL!!

It was not just any ant-hill, there were African fire ants, a tiny creature renowned for is aggression and for the pain its bite was said to cause. Boy did not have long to wait before he discovered the truth of that claim, or to find out how fire ants earned their name when, as if sensing his fear as he tensed his body, one of the angry insects sunk its sharp and disproportionately large jams into his tender flesh, injecting a tiny but potent dose of its venom as it did so.

 

“AAAAAAGGGGHHHHOOOOWWWWW!!” screamed Boy as the pain shot into him like a red hot needle “YEEEEEAAAAOOOWW!” he yelled as another of the vicious creatures followed suit with. “Help me!!!!! AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!! …..HELP!!!”
 
The only one to hear his cries was the Sangoma, and there was no help to come from that quarter, the cruel man laughed as turned and made his way back to the village. He felt the white boy had been punished enough for now, especially with the one further surprise he had in store for the unlucky youth, assuming the ants didn’t eat him first!

 

The ants were now swarming over Boy’s invitingly presented behind and biting as they did so, including his most intimate tender and sensitive areas, the head of his penis and his tight little anus, injecting more of their agonizing venom as they did so. The creatures seemed to have an instinctive knowledge as to the most sensitive areas to attack, such as the the pink fleshy dimples at the very rim of his rectum causing a sensation not unlike being penetrated with a red hot poker.
 
Boy’s behind was now a zone or radiating pain, stinging as if it were in a furnace which was getting hotter and hotter with each brutal nip from the marauding ants.
 
By now boy was screaming, kicking his legs in the air and thumping the earth with his fists as if in an impotent attempt to beat away the pain, as hot tears ran down his cheeks.
Finally from somewhere he found the strength to heave himself out of the hole, but not before the ants has bitten every inch of exposed skin from the top of his thighs to the small of his back. Across his cheeks they had crawled, between them and into his most delicate and intimate crevices, and bitten everywhere they went.
 
Boy struggled to his feet, sobbing like a baby and clutching is punished behind he staggered away from the broken anthill and its ferocious inhabitants. He was free from the trap but the pain would not go away.
 
He had to get back to Tarzan and the soothing potions he kept in a cave at the middle of the jungle.
 
The journey home was long and painful, as the only bearable way to walk was with the bow-legged gait of a cowboy who had spent too long in the saddle, whie holding his butt cheeks apart to prevent the ant bits from rubbing together.
 
Tarzan acted immediately when Boy staggered into the clearing beneath their sleeping tree. Upon hearing what had happened he threw Boy over his shoulder and ran to the cave where he stored his provisions, including the the special soothing ointment made from various jungle ingredients,which he kept for dealing with burns and insect bites.

 Once in the cave, Tarzan sat down upon a rock and firmly placed Boy, bottom uppermost, between his knees, a position which gave him maximum access to the youth’s sorest parts.

Usually Boy would have found such a position demeaning and humiliation, but now all he cared about was that the pain go away.
Tarzan scooped a large dollop of the ointment from the bowl beside him and began to rub it firmly into boys stinging bottom, across the firm but very reddened young cheeks, then between them and into every intimate area. Noting the angry bites around Boy’s rectum, he gently inserted an ointment covered finger into the young man moving it around inside his anus.
 
“It will feel better soon!” he whispered.
 
Boy heard the reassuring tone in Tarzan’s voice, but he wasn’t reassured, for in fact far from feeling better his bottom was starting to feel even worse. Instead of soothing the sting, the pain seemed to be getting more intense as his behind became hotter and hotter “Stop!!” he gasped, “Are you using the right stuff?!!!”
 
“Of course I ………!!” Tarzan began to reply and then paused as he suddenly became aware of hot burning sensation on his hands, he turned his hands over and examined his palms which were both a sore and angry burning red colour and felt as if they had been badly sun burnt “…What on earth?!!”
 
He picked up the bowl of “ointment” and noticed for the first time that it had an unusual reddish tint to it, he dipped his finger in it and then touched his tongue and recoiled as the hot sensation hit him. Someone had swapped the soothing cream fir a paste containing extra powerful chillies and that was what he had been liberally applying to his ward’s punished posterior!

 

Boy leapt to his feet and let out a shriek of agony as he clutched his roasting behind “I’m on fire!!!!” he yelled as he rushed out of the cave letting out an ear splitting roar of anguish as he did so.
He continued to yell out in pain as he ran towards the river the fiery sensation in his behind getting hotter and hotter as he ran.
 
The sound of his cries echoed through the jungle and could be heard as far away as the Sangoma’s hut, causing him to chuckle, his plan has worked out perfectly!

Poor Boy sat at the top of the waterfall for hours hoping the cool water would sooth his stinging bottom, but unluckily for him, the Sangoma had mixed a powerful paste and it would be days before the sting in his tale even began to fade.

The (very Sore) 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…………….