The Wasp Stung Peeper

 The wasp stung peeper

18 year old Darrell Todd's luck ran out on the day he tried to spy on the girls in the shower hut at Rosy Glow camp, where he was spending the summer. He was just getting into a position where he could see through an open skylight window when the tree branch be was balancing on have way and he fell with a winding thud into a fork.

To his horror he realised he trapped, and to make matters worse, not only had his shorts, which he had undone, with the intention of jacking off as he watched the girls, fallen down, but his underpants had caught on a branch, pulling his bottom upwards in a painful and embarrassing wedgie.

His snowy white butt cheeks and part of his little tight pink anus, we fully exposed, and due to his position between the branches, he was unable to reach back and either free his snagged pants, or cover himself in any way.

He struggled to free himself but to no avail and in fact just managed to wedge himself even more tightly between the branches.

As he was frantically trying to think what to do, he became aware of a loud buzzing noise behind him. He looked back over his shoulder, and between the branches which were holding him like a vice, gasped in horror at what he saw.

Just inches from his uplifted and very bare bottom was a large wasps' nest, with a number of it's buzzing inhabitants either crawling on the nest, or flying around it. From the angry sounds they were making, it was clear that they had been disturbed by his fall, and were not pleased.

Darrell froze, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, anxious not to further attract the wasp's attention to his exposed and vulnerable bottom. However, wasps, with a nest to protect, are naturally inquisitive creatures and some were already buzzing perilously close to his naked and, despite his efforts to prevent it, quivering cheeks. With sickening fear, he realised that his predicament was far worse than he had imagined.

He thought of shouting for help, but fear of disturbing the wasps, plus his masculine pride, made almost as afraid of the girls coming and seeing him in this humiliating state

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Darrell had been in this uncomfortable, humiliating and very dangerous position for about 20 minutes, with wasps flying closer and closer to his exposed derrière when he heard the sound of someone approaching, and two of the camp handymen, Bart and Sam, came walking down the path both dressed in full beekeeping outfits. The two men stopped in amazement at the sight of young Darrell Todd pantless and trapped between the branches of the tree, with his bare, wedgie elevated, backside right next to the hornet's nest..

“Guys, help me, my foot slipped, and I'm trapped!” whispered Darrell, holding his finger to his lips, as he was still anxious not to disturb the wasps

“Why were you doing up the tree?” asked Bart Wickett

“Right by the window to the girl's showers” added Sam Burgess, knowingly raising an eyebrow

“With your pants, round your knees?” interjected Bart, the younger of the two, with a grin

“I … er ..I...!” stammered Darrell

“You were peeing, weren't you?” Snarled Sam “Looks like you are about to get just what you deserve!”

“No .. I … er ….please get me down....!

“Hey Sam I know we were supposed to remove those wasps” grinned Bart turning to his mate “but it sure seems a shame to disturb them when they have such a peachy target to play with!!”

“Too right!” laughed Sam Burgess in agreement “Leave em' be a while! … but lets wake them up a bit first” he picked up the garden fork which the men had planned to use to dislodge the wasps' nest, and instead began hitting the side of the nest, causing a swarm of angry buzzing wasps to come flying out, looking for something to attack.

“NO PLEASE!! … Guys don't do this ...GET ME DOWN!!” Yelled Darrell in terror

But the words has barely left his lips when the first fire laden stinger jabbed hard into the centre of his right butt cheek.

“AAAAAGHH!! OWWW!” screamed Darrell as the agonizing pain shot like a well aimed bullet into the flesh of his athletic but still tender behind. The first wasp was quickly followed by a compatriot, equally intent on attacking the perceived enemy with its fiery stinger. The handsome still pale object, right in front of their nest, presented to them as a perfect target on which to vent their fury.

Then a third and fourth wasp launched their tormenting attacks on the unlucky Darrell's posterior, the one jabbing the centre of the right butt cheek, whilst the second simultaneously jabbed its tiny but venom laden stinger into the sensitive skin at the very base of the young jock's right but cheek.

“OOWWW! ….. OUCH!! ….AAAAOWWW!” screamed Darrell jerking forward as if kicked my a mule. Unfortunately this just resulted in forcing the unlucky lad further over the branch while the snagged pants lifted his bottom higher, further spreading his cheeks and presenting an even more exposed and welcoming target to the oncoming wasps.

The two men let out loud guffaws of delighted laughter at the sight before them, neither man was naturally cruel, but it appealed to their sense of justice to see the handsome young man paying such a painful penalty for his actions.

Bart Leaned towards his workmate “Don't you think he has had enough now?” he said, he will be sore for days.

“Not yet” replied Sam “My daughter would have been in that shower, let a few more of the little bastards sting his ass first!” with that he delivered a further WHACK to the fragile nest with the fork

“OWWW!.... OUCH!” yelled Darrell, as another two of the “little bastards” did just what Sam Burgess has hoped they would, stung his now well stung bottom.

Despite the already stinging pain peppering his behind, the terrified young jock, then sensed a wasp landing on him and crawling over his bottom. With a growing sense of dread, he realised that the tiny, but ferocious creature was heading towards the crack between his butt cheeks, where as the sensation of cool fresh air told him, his anus was now fully exposed.

“Get off me, you little …..!!” Darrell whispered frantically, attempting to shake off the insect, but the wasp relentlessly continued it's advance, up to the smooth still unstung slope between the cheeks then, like an explorer surveying new terrain, it continued down the valley towards the puckering pink oval at its base. Within moments the tiny feet were now tickling the tense but sensitive petal like skin at the lip of Darrell's tight, virgin portal.

Sensing what was about to happen, Darrell shuddered involuntarily, a reflex which was to have painful consequences. The movement, though slight to a human, was not unlike an earth tremor to the startled wasp, which instantly jabbed it's stinger into the trembling pink flesh, and released a full does of its searing venom deep into the rim of Darrel's most sensitive spot..

No pain which the young, would be, peeper had experienced in his 18 years of life had hurt as much as much as been stung on the asshole by a wasp!

It is such a shock to the system that his body jerks forward, freeing himself from the branches, tearing his underpants off and sending him hurtling out of the tree.

Bart and Sam jumped forward and caught the falling youth, before he hits the ground, where he would have most probably broken some bones.

Darrell struggles to his feet, he was now naked from the waist down, as his shorts had come off as he fell. Then, instead of thanking the guys for saving him, he yelled at them “You fucking jerks!!, its because of you those fucking wasps stung my fucking ass!! ….. And it fucking hurts!!”

“Not as much as it is about to hurt!” snapped Sam, seizing Darrell's ear between his thumb and forefinger.

Followed by Bart, Sam dragged the protesting young jock towards a tree stump. He sat down and pulled Darrell across his lap

“What are you doing? Let me go you creep!” protested the now very worried jock.

“No way kid!” smiled Sam, “You are going to get the spanking that dirty little peepers like you deserve!

“No!! PLEASE NOT ON MY BUTT …..I'VE BEEN STUNG THERE!!”

“So you have!” laughed Sam “right there!” WHACK!! “and there!” WHACK!!”

With that Sam began spanking Darrell, making sure that as often as he could the palm of his hard rubber glove covered hand lander right on the raised angry red spot where the wasps had left their mark, as Darrell struggled an hollerred in agony!

“My turn next!” laughed Bart

“Wait your turn Buddy” replied Sam “I am having far too much fun!!”

The resounding SMACKS!, each accompanied by an increasingly more shrill cry of pain echoed around the camp, causing campers and staff to hurry over to see what was causing the commotion.

Poor Darrell, he was paying a painful penalty for trying to spy on the girls. He would not be able to sit down for days, or show his face for a lot longer.

That was the day that Darrell Todd's luck really ran out!