Thursday 24 October 2013

Sting of the Jungle III (Part 2)

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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

Sunday 6 October 2013

Next installment delayed

I am afraid Part 2 of Sting of the Jungle III is not quite ready for posting this weekend, I will do my best to have it ready as soon as possible.  

Sorry for any disappointment this may cause

Monday 30 September 2013

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! “ 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! “ 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)

Update - Sting of the Jungle III

As I have received a lot of messages about the forthcoming Sting of the Jungle III, I have decided to post it in two parts, so as not to keep Boy's fans waiting.  I hope to post Sting of the Jungle III Part 1 later today, and Part 2 by the weekend.