Tuesday, 15 October 2019

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Sunday, 6 October 2019

The Shaman's Revenge Part 16

The Shaman's Revenge Part 16

(this has also been posted to the New Sore Bottomed Guys Site)


What is going on here?” Floyd Cody's voice boomed, as he approached the small group, initially unnoticed by his younger brothers, who spun round nervously at the arrival of their fierce older sibling.

Uh … Hi Floyd!” stammered Billy Bob “you came back bro?!!”

I wanted to check on you and the City boy!” replied Floyd “And it seems I was right to” he looked across at Jordan, who was still bent double, his wrists tied to his ankles, with a 'tail' of stinging nettles and poison ivy sticking out of his rump.

Lazy scumbag wasn't working hard enough!” replied Seth hastily, “So we decided to punish him!”

Despite the fiery burning sensation in his anus Jordan's senses were in high alert mode, and he listened intently to what was being said. It was obvious to him that the two younger Cody brothers were scared of their elder brother, and after the two spankings Floyd had given him, Jordan could understand they had good reason to be nervous.

His mind buzzed with ideas as to how he could use the men's fear of their brother, but nothing came to him.

The lazy brat was refusing to work was he?!” Snarled Floyd “We'll soon see to that!” He pointed to Jordan “Untie him and get that damn vegetation out of his butt!” he ordered “I'll make him work!!

Untied, but with his butt and anus burning madly from the combined nettle and poison ivy stings Jordan was led across the field to an old ramshackle barn with a ladder leaning against the wall “Climb up that!” ordered Floyd, who then turned to his younger brother Billy Bob and pointed to the ranch house “Go get the old rug beater's!” he said “It's time this brat got a dusting!”

Jordan had no choice other than to obey and stepped nervously on the bottom rung of the ladder, he was not quite sure what Floyd meant by “a dusting” but he was in no doubt it would be unpleasant. His shoulders sank in misery as he climbed reluctantly up the ladder.


As soon as Billy Bob returned, carrying two very ancient looking rug beaters Jodan realised that his worst fears were well founded, and it took little imagination to guess exactly what Floyd had in mind for those cruel looking objects.

Stick that Butt 'o yours out boy!” snapped Floyd

With no option but to obey Jordan did as he was ordered and braced himself for the impact to come.

Floyd lifter the rickety rug beater above his head and then swung it forward hard landing the hard wicker of it's business end across Jordan's backside with a bruising thud!


AAAAGH!!” yelled Jordan as the juddering pain shot through his body.

Next Billy Bob aimed a swing at the trembling target, Resulting in another cry of pain from their unlucky captive.

A second, equally painful whack from Floyd brought tears to Jordan's eyes, and he wondered frantically how he would survive much more of this savage onslaught.

It was then that one of Jordan's very rare strokes of good luck intervened, presenting him which a change of escape, which he eagerly grasped.

The bringer of that good fortune was young Billy Bob, who is an excess of enthusiasm, when attempting to whack Jordan again, swung the rug beater too wide, and instead delivered a bone numbing blow to his elder brother Floyd's craggy face.

Floyd let out a roar of agony, dropping his rug beater, and clutching at his face as he staggered forward. Meanwhile Billy Bob was frozen to the spot petrified with horror at what he had done, and with fear at what vengeance his thunderously bad tempered brother would doubtless inflict on him for his carelessness.

Jordan's self survival instincts were at a heightened level, and he immediately saw the chance of escape, which this temporary distraction presented him with. 
 

Quick as a flash, whilst the Cody brothers were occupied with Floyd's apparent injury, Jordan climbed down the ladder and made a dash for freedom, slipping quickly and unnoticed past the fear stricken Billy Bob, before sprinting across the field.

Jordan was half way across the field and heading towards the woods before Seth Cody, who had been standing apart from his brothers and watching the scene realisedd he was making his mistake. “Come back here !” he shouted, lifting his rifle and pointing it at the departing Jordan.

Shoot him in the butt!” yelled Billy Bob waking from his fear frozen stupor 
 

Seth took aim at the fleeing Jordan's backside and fired. Luckily for Jordan, Seth was the least proficient shooter of the family, especially when aiming at a moving target. The bullet missed it's target and whistled past Jordan, inspiring the fleeing teenager to run even faster, as a second missile flew past him on the other side.

Get him!” commanded the now furious Floyd as he continued to nurse his swollen and bruised face.

The two younger Codys ran after the sprinting Jordan, however, although they were both strong and muscular, these heavily built corn, pork and potato fed country boys were no match, in terms of speed for their agile, athletic young prey. Jordan easily outran them and vanished into the woods beyond the farm.


Jordan ran through as fast as his well toned young legs would carry him, while the shouts of the men pursuing him grew fainter as the distance between him and them increased.

Once he was deep in the woods, Jordan determined to find a hiding place where he could remain hidden until the two older men gave up looking for him. At that point he spotted a tall tree with plenty of branches, which might hide him from someone on the ground.

With the agility of a young monkey Jordan quickly scrambled up the tree, until he reached a point about forty feet up, where a number of thick branches shielded him from being visible to someone on the ground. He then crouched on a large branch and determined he would hide up the tree until he was sure the Codys had gone.


He glanced around and noticed a small gap in the leaves, through which he might be seen if someone in the right position on the ground happened to look up. He quickly backed up the branch, moving closer to the trunk of the tree, where he would be afforded greater cover.

It was at that point that his bottom bumped into something attached to the tree trunk. He heard a cracking sound and felt whatever he had pushed up against begin to crumble around his butt cheeks.

Slightly nonplussed, he looked back over his shoulder to see a large structure, about two feel wide and four foot high, seemingly made from clay and grass attached to the tree just above where the branch he was crouching on connected to the tree trunk. It was then that he heard a loud angry buzzing sound, and came to the horrifying realization that he had just rammed his bare bottom into a hornets' nest


The angry hornets reacted instinctively to this violent attack on their home and flew straight at the large pink object which they perceived to be attacking them, furiously stinging Jordan's tender and recently beaten butt cheeks. 
 

To make matters worse, Jordan's precarious crouching position had the effect of spreading his cheeks, enabling one hornet to fly in between the cheeks and sting Jordan directly on his vulnerable puckering anus, causing him to give a shriek of agony.

These were an especially aggressive breed of hornet, which had emigrated north from South America. In appearance they were very similar to the fearsome yellow jacket wasps, but these creatures possessed even more powerful and painful stings.


Jordan lurched forward and immediately lost his balance, sending him tumbling head first onto a branch about six foot below, where he dangled for a few moments, bottom up across the branch, kicking his legs and struggling for a hand hold, whilst the aggressive hornets continued to attack his behind.

Jordan finally managed to clamber back up the new branch, whilst still being assailed by angry hornets, and quickly began climbing back down the tree, he had no option but to risk capture by the Cody brothers, as the hornets would surely kill him if he stayed in the tree. Images from the 1978 movie “The Swarm”, with Michael Cain and Katherine Ross flashed through his mind.

When he was back on the ground, the good news was that there was no sign of any sadistic hill billies, the bad new was that the hornets had followed him down, and still seemed determined to sting him to death.


Running as fast as he could Jordan tore off through the woods with a swarm of outraged hornets perusing him all intent on sting his fleeing bottom.


After a very unpleasant and painful half mile run, Jordan found himself on a small country road through the woods, and to his relief saw a vehicle heading towards him, which he frantically flagged down. It was not until the vehicle stopped beside him that he realised it was the ranger's car.

The Ranger wound down the window to a small crack and shouted “Get in quickly Sport…. and close the door after you!” 
 

For the first time since their first encounter, Jordan was relieved to see the Ranger, however, that relief would not last for long …......

To Be Continued ….........


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Tuesday, 1 October 2019

Update

Update

Many apologies for the long delay since the last posting. However, I have almost completed the next instalment of the Shaman's Revenge which I hope to post later this week.

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Sunday, 1 September 2019

New Sore Bottomed Guys Site

New Sore Bottomed Guys Site

Due to changes in Blogger's rules relating to adult sites, we are creating a new Sore Bottom Guys site at http://sorebottomguys.com/ . We are doing this to avoid any risk of breaching Bloggers rules with our content, and also to ensure that our followers can still enjoy Sore Bottomed Guys.

The new site is not fully ready yet, and there are a number of formatting issues to resolve.

However, the site can now be accessed, and I would be most grateful if you would please Bookmark the new site, so that you can find us if anything happens to the Blogger site.

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Friday, 23 August 2019

An Unlucky Skinny Dipper - Fantasy Art by Mark


Rock Salt

Thanks to the fantasy artist Mark for his image of an unlucky skinny dipper


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Sunday, 18 August 2019

The Shaman's Revenge Part 15

The Shaman's Revenge Part 15

After a sleepless night, Jordan was untied and dragged blinking into the day light by the Cody brothers, Floyd, Billy Bob and their brooding middle brother Seth. “It's time for you to earn your keep boy!” snarled Floyd “We're gonna' put you to work!”

Please let me go!” wailed Jordan “My Dad's a rich man, he will pay for the eggs and milk I took!”

SO!” growled the elder Cody brother “You think just 'cos your a rich kid you can steal from us farmers and that your rich Daddy can pay us off do you?” he moved closer to Jordan so that his craggy, unshaven face was inches from the frightened young jock's “Well that 'aint the way it works around here!” he hissed 
 

With that, the three men led the unhappy and naked Jordan out of the house and across a nearby field towards some old barns, as Floyd encouraged Jordan onward by jabbing his bare bottom with the sharply pointed spikes of his pitchfork.
Jordan considered attempting to escape, judging that in a sprint he could almost certainly have out run the more heavily built Codys. However, seeing the rile which Seth was carrying, he decided not to chance his luck, as although he could outrun the men he could not outrun a bullet. 

 
In order to further encourage Jordan. As soon as the group reached the barn, Floyd sat down on some bails of hay and threw the protesting young swimmer over his knee before proceeded to administer a hard hand spanking while Billy Bob held him down.

When Floyd had finished spanking Jordan, he handed control of the new and and unwilling ranch hand over to his bothers, and told them to put him to work in the hay barn, before heading off to another part of the ranch.

However, as soon as their elder brother had departed the scene, it became clear that, rather than working, the younger Cody brothers wanted to play with their new toy.

Hey City boy!” Sneered Billy Bob “Make that squealy noise you made when Floyd” whupped your ass!” then he said something which sent a chill down Jodan's spine, as Cindy Mae's prophetic words from two days before echoed in his brain “Make like a little piggy city boy!”

What .. what do you mean?” stammered Jordan

I mean squeal like a piggy dumbo!” shouted Billy Bob, slapping Jordan's head with the back of his hand “Get down on your hands and knees and crawl like prime bacon!”

Jordan's instinct was to protest, but once again the sight of the rifle, which Seth was still holding, persuaded him to obey. Reluctantly he lowered himself onto his hands and knees and attempted to grunt in the manner he imagined most similar to a pig.

No Dickhead” shouted Seth “you need to squeal like a cute little piggy, not grunt like a fat old sow!” 
 

I can make him squeal!” laughed Billy Bob, picking up a large carrot “A piggy needs a tail!”

Ha Ha!” laughed Seth “Pin the tail on …. er .. up the piggy!”

Billy Bob knelt down, and grabbed hold of Jordan and attempted to push the carrot up the prone jock's anus, as Jordan yelled in distress. “Please guys, stop, don't do this to me!!”

This city boy, sure has a tight ass!” complained Billy Bob as he pressed the large carrot against the unyielding pucker of Jordan's instinctively contracted portal “I can't get it in!”

Here, Let me try , said Seth, taking hold of the carrot and kneeling down between Jordan's legs, while his brother straddled the unhappy jock and held his butt cheeks apart.
 

Seth gripped the carrot tightly in his fist and then rammed it deep into Jordan, forcing it between the tight pink lips of his anus and then up inside, as Jordan let out a shriek of discomfort and outrage.

Yeah! , that's the noise piggy!” laughed Seth “that is a really piggy squeak!”

Over recent weeks Jordan had had the unaccustomed experience of various items being inserted into his tight virgin portal, but the massive carrot was the largest , by far the widest so far and certainly the most uncomfortable so far. It was also an unusual sight, to see a handsome young athlete on all fours with a large orange vegetable together with it untrimmed green plumage protruding from his rear, certainly more elaborately than any curly pigs's tail.


The Cody brother continued to have fun with their unlucky captive, making him crawl around the barn with one or other brother riding on his back.


Crawl faster pork chop!” yelled Billy bob as he jabbed at Jordan's rear with his sharp pitchfork.

Eventually the Cody brothers tired of making Jordan act like a pig and roughly pulled the carrot out of his backside. However, they had other plans for him.

I think this City Boy would maker a better rooster than a pig!” Laughed Billy Bob

A rooster?” replied Seth quisically

Yes with a big feathery tail!” replied Billy Bob

With that they dragged Jordan out into the meadow next to the barn, and tied his wrists and ankles together sop as to force him into a chicken like pose.


Then, after pulling a pair of leather gloves from his jeans pocket, Billy bob set about creating a “big feathery rooster's tail” with nettles and poison ivy, which he proceeded to shove unceremoniously up the tender part of Jordan where the carrot had previously been.

As the boys laughed uproariously, Jordan was forced to waddle around the farm yard clucking like a chicken, with his fiery, sting covered “Tail” flapping behind him, the combined nettle stings and poison ivy turning his tender orifice into a ring of fire, which was sure to burn for days afterwards.


Jordan's backwoods adventure was becoming very uncomfortable

To Be Continued ..






Tuesday, 23 July 2019

Loki and Thor, Chastised by Odin – Fantasy Art By Mark


Loki and Thor, Chastised by Odin – Fantasy Art By Mark

Naughty Loki and handsome but arrogant Thor feel Odin's Fire in this fantasy sequence by Mark, specially created for Sore Bottomed Guys



 

Soccer Jock Humiliation



Soccer Jock Humiliation

The coach's methods were old fashioned but very effective. He kept an especially embarrassing ping pong paddle ready for swollen headed jocks like young Colton Fisher, as he knew that the stinging humiliation of being publicly paddled, over the knee like some kid, in front of his team mates, would stay with Colton long after the fire in his tight little butt had faded.

However, he planned to make sure that fire didn't cool for quite some time, certainly a lot longer than it would take for cell phone footage of Colton's embarrassing bare bottomed punishment the reach every jock and Co-Ed on Campus. 

He would not stop until Colton's butt cheeks were glowing even redder than the one's on his face.

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It this image inspires any of you to write the story around it, please feel free to post it in the Comments section below
 

Thursday, 11 July 2019

The Fantasy Art of Mark (Part 4 of 4)


 
Here is the fourth selection of the work of the Spanking fantasy artist Mark, who has kindly agreed to contribute to this blog.














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Wednesday, 10 July 2019

The Fantasy Art of Mark (Part 3 of 4)


 
Here is the third selection of the work of the Spanking fantasy artist Mark, who has kindly agreed to contribute to this blog.

There is so much to enjoy in every picture Mark creates, from the sizzling hot imagery to the cleverly chosen scenarios and wicked humour in the text.
 


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Tuesday, 9 July 2019

The Fantasy Art of Mark (Part 2 of 4)


Here is the second selection of the work of the Spanking fantasy artist Mark, who has kindly agreed to contribute to this blog.




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Monday, 8 July 2019

Introducing the Fantasy Art of Mark

 
Introducing the Fantasy Art of Mark

Sore Bottom Guys is thrilled to announce that the outstanding Spanking fantasy artist Mark, has agreed to become an occasional contributor to this blog.

Many of you may know Mark for his postings to JockSpank, but for others, discovering Mark's work will be an exciting new gem to add to their fantasy treasure box.

Mark's work can be enjoyed not only for the unquestioned cleverness and skill of the artistry, but also for the incredible eroticism and wicked humour, all directed where it should be at the very deserving bottoms of handsome hunks, jocks, dudes and assorted bad boys, often with an added dose of humiliation for good measure.

By Way of introducing Mark to Sore Bottomed Gus, over the next few days I will be reposting examples of Mark's sexy images, selected by the artist himself. These have been previously posted to JockSpank, but are delights which are more than worth rediscovering!!

The first of these selections are below, I know you will love them.

In future, Mark will contribute to both sites, and we hope that from time to time he will create images especially for Sore Bottomed Guys.



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Tuesday, 2 July 2019

The Shaman's Revenge Part 14 - Jordan meets the Cody Brothers

The Shaman's Revenge Part 14

Jordan meets the Cody Brothers

As Jordan got closer to the buildings he had spotted in the distance, his heart began to sink. From what he could see this was no picturesque country farmhouse with roses round the door or a white picket fence, and the chances of it being inhabited by a friendly plump farmer and his wife, who would feed him pumpkin pie and lend him their eldest son's grown out of jeans were diminishing with each step he took.
 

The buildings appeared somewhat dilapidated and in poor repair, in fact were it not for the half dozen or so scrawny looking chickens pecking at seed corn in the yard and a rather ragged carpet, hanging on a line, he might have concluded that the property was unoccupied. Whoever did live in the ranch was obviously not house proud, and Jordan's instincts told him he was unlikely to receive a friendly welcome.

He decided that instead of seeking out the homeowner and asking for help, he would merely see if there was any food or clothing he could steal before continuing on his way.

Moving as quietly as he could, he crept up to the old ranch house. He sprinted quickly up to a small sash window and peered into what appeared to be a bedroom with an unmade cot, and, he was pleased to note, a pile of discarded clothes in the corner. In the past he would have disdained the idea of wearing someone else's discarded clothes, but he was now in no position to be choosy. At least he could cover his nakedness and then maybe find his way to the kitchen and some food.

He attempted to prize open the window, but it clearly had not been opened for years, and was sealed shut. He considered breaking the glass, but decided the noise would alert whoever lived in the farm of his presence. 
 

In the hope of finding an easier window, he tiptoed round the side of the house, and, for once, his luck was in, as one of the windows had been left open, he hurried up to it and cautiously looked in to what appeared to be a very old fashioned and run down kitchen with a kitchen table, covered with 1950's style plastic with a large kerosene lamp in the middle. Against the wall was large Iron stove, reminiscent to something one might see in a frontier type movie. However, of most interest to Jordan was a tiny walk in cupboard at the side of the room, which appeared to me a larder.

At the very thought of a larder his stomach began to rumble with hunger. It was now almost 24 hours since he had last eaten, a for a boy who was accustom to three meals and a few snacks a day, this was all but starvation. Jordan loved food, to the point of over indulgence, and it was only his healthy metabolism and active lifestyle which kept his handsome body in it's sleek athletic state.

Much as he needed clothes, his stomach needed food even more, so his first priority lay in whatever was in the larder. After taking a swift look around to ensure he was still unobserved, Jordan quickly clambered through the open window into the kitchen. Whilst ensuring he made as little sound as possible, he hurried over to the larder and looked inside.

The content of the larder was rather disappointing, given the marked lack of candy, cheeseburgers or hot dogs. However, there was bread, oil and there was also a bowl containing about a dozen eggs and a small jug of milk.

They would have to do.

Of course he couldn't eat raw eggs, so he carried the bowl across to the old iron stove. He noted with relief that it was still alight, and it only took a little poking and some extra kindling to get it flaming and heating up the stone ring on the top.


He then poured some oil into a heave based frying pan, which he placed on the ring to heat up, before cracking most of the eggs and tipping the contents into the pan and stirring it together to make rudimentary scrambled eggs.

The eggs were ready in minutes, and once they were, Jordan quickly scraped them onto a plate, before carelessly discarding the pan onto the side of the stove. Then, still naked, he sat down at the table and hungrily devoured the eggs and bread, whilst drinking milk straight from the jug.

Jordan was so occupied in consuming his first meal in a day, he failed to hear the door behind him opening, or the sound of stealthy footfall creeping towards him.

The spidery sense that there was someone behind him finally hit Jordan just too late to save him, as a large, leathery, sun tanned hand landed in his shoulder and a loud voice with a distinct Country ca dance snarled in his ear “How dare you sneak in butt nekid' and steal from our larder you thievin' Varmit!?”

Jordan leaped to his feet and spun round to find a huge mountain of a man, bulging with muscles and shaggy black hair, on both his head and chest, looming over him with an unmistakably hostile and menacing expression on his face. Then a second man, equally muscular, but with a bristling light brown beard entered the room.

Floyd and Billy Bob Cody, together with their younger brother Seth, had lived in their remote ranch house for most of their lives, ever since their papa was locked away in the county prison for killing a man in a bar fight and their mother had abandoned them after taking up with a tractor salesman from North Dakota. The Cody boys had been looked after by their grandmother, Ernestine Clutterbuck, until she, sadly expiredd from an excess on sweet potato moonshine and chewing tobacco.

Living mostly alone, with only the acquaintance of a few nearby ranchers, the Cody brother had little experience of city folk, but both could spot a pretty city boy when they saw one, and Jordan was an unconscionably pretty boy. Both men felt a stirring in their groins, which they didn't fully comprehend.

My .. my clothes were stolen .. and I...I was hungry!” stammered Jordan, keenly aware that he was in a very dangerous predicament. Unfortunately, his explanation didn't help


So!” hissed Floyd, holding his face so close to Jordan's that the latter could feel the spit on his face “Just 'cos, someone stole from you, you thought you could then rob us blind did you boy?!” his lip curled into a cruel shape “You need a good whopping youngun' and you're gonna' get one” with that he snatched the, still smoking, pan which Jordan had used to cook the eggs, from the stove! “This'll do just fine!” 
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