This blog is for pictures and stories featuring hunky young guys (18+) with sore bottoms. It is inspired by the cartoons and knock about slapstick comedy movies where a character falls on his butt, or sits down on something hot or pointy, which leaves him with a pain in the ass. Note to Blogger: If you have received a complaint about this blog – Please see the featured post
I am sorry I have been inactive for so long. This has been partially due to the issues I had with the Blogger site, but mainly the result of a serious injury to my arm, which had a major impact on my creative ability.
However, I am now largely recovered, and have started work on two new series one featuring "Sore Bottom Finn" and the other being a further instalment of “The Humiliation of Redman Dane”, which will appear at the new Sore Bottom Guys site in due course.
I have republished a Sore Bottom For Travis at the new Sore Bottom Guys site and can be viewed by CLICKING HERE I hope you will enjoy it.
(Please excuse the standard of the artwork, it was created 11 years ago.)
As long term readers will be aware, this site has been under attack from time to time, and has been repeatedly reported to Google, which owns Blogger. This situation became stressful and unpleasant, and was one of the reasons I was slow to return to creating images, following my injury earlier this year.
I had assumed that, as the site has been on hiatus, the problem had gone away. However, this week I was contacted by Google, who informed me they had deleted some content which they considered “possibly illegal”, and that if I continue to post content of which they disapprove, my entire account would be deleted.
As is standard practice for Google they did not tell me what content had been deleted, or what their concern was. They also did not allow me the right of appeal, or any means by which I could contact them, question their decision or even gain clarification. (They, of course, are Masters of the Universe, and we mere peasants may not object to their actions.)
However, upon investigation, it turns out they have deleted all the pictures from Part 11 of the Shaman's Revenge, where I briefly introduced the character Bobby O'Rouke (who got stung on the bottom by a wasp)
Bobby O'Rouke's age is not mentioned in the text, but as he is relatively young looking, I can only assume they imagined he might be under-age. This was never my intention, and, as the blog description clearly states, the stories feature hunky young guys 18+. However, the Google operative who deleted my artwork clearly did not bother to read that.
In view of what has happened, I clearly can no longer risk posting my work to any site or forum controlled by Google, or where I can be threatened with being reported to Google.
Therefore,
all future Sore Bottom Guys updates will be posted to my other site at:
I hope you will follow me there.
(I am aware there are some issues with the text formatting of some of the older stories when they were copied across to the new site, however I will work to resolve that shortly)
STAND BY FOR FURTHER UPDATES SHORTLY
Please note that all fictional characters portrayed in the illustrations featured on this blog are adults who are 18 or over the age of 18.
The subject matter on this blog, which has been scrupulously retained behind an ADULT CONTENT warning, is computer generated adult fantasy, featuring interaction between adults.
At no time has any minor's image appeared on this site, neither has there ever been any character portrayed as a minor in a sexual interaction
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The Shaman’s Revenge Part 18 (Part 1)
Jordan was confused, why was there a crane truck parked in the front yard?, and why did the Ranger want to strap him into a very suspicious object?
“Why do you want to put that on me?” he moaned, backing away from the Ranger who was holding out a dark blue leather garment “it’s weird”
“We need to check that it works properly” came the reply “we will be having an escapology booth at the fair! Put it on and see if you can figure out how to get it off …if you can get out of it anyone can!” he laughed
“It’s a real dumb idea!” replied an increasingly dubious Jordan “I don’t want to!”
“Stop wasting time let me put this on you” snapped the Ranger “It won’t hurt you!”
“Great!” grinned the Ranger “It fits perfectly, … nice and snug … you won’t fall out of that!”
“F..fall?” stammered Jordan “How do you mean!”
“You’ll see!” replied Ranger Tartarus “and you won’t be needing these!” he bent down, grabbed the waist band of Jordan’s skimpy red shorts and pulled them down to his ankles, as Jordan’s hated cousin Harvey giggled with delight.
“HEY!” yelled Jordan “The Doc said I could wear the shorts!”
The Ranger ignored Jordan’s protest, and immediately attached a series of chains, attached to the crane truck to the back of the leather straight jacket, before jumping into the truck, and activating the crane mechanism.
To Jordan’s dismay, he suddenly found himself being winched upwards by the chains attached to the straps of the straightjacket, in which he was trapped. “What are you doing?” he yelled frantically, as he struggled against the unyielding, tight blue leather.
“I got this idea when we found you hanging from your speedo wedgie!” Laughed the Ranger “Now we are going to the fair!”
Jordan was now high in the air, dangling from the crane, and, apart from his socks and sneakers, naked from waist down, with his little pink bottom on full display. “Let me down!”
“You aren’t afraid of hights are you Sport?” chuckled the Ranger starting the engine, as Jordan’s still giggling cousin Harvey climbed unto the cab beside him. “You will have to get used to it if you are!”
When the truck arrived at the country fairground, the ranger drove up to a spot about 30 yards from the edge of the fair and parked next to an orange board with yellow numbers on. Jordan wondered what it could be, until he spotted the sign at the top which stated, “Test Your Strength – Paddle the brat!” and saw that there was a metal arm protruding from the top of the board with a holed spanking paddle attached to it.
As the Ranger had carefully positioned the truck so that Jordan’s bare bottom was in direct line of the paddle, it didn’t take Jordon long to figure out that he was the brat who was going to get paddled, but how did this devilish contraption work?
His question was answered by Harvey, who had produced a mallet from the truck and began calling out to the curious crowd, which was already assembling, and inviting them to test their strength by hitting a lever with the mallet. The strength of the blow will send a puck shooting up the board, the explained, and activate the paddle. The number of swats being determined by what number on the board to puck reached.
Jordan’s bare behind presented a very tempting target, and a eager group of laughing young men had soon lined up to take their turn in testing their strength.
The first contestant’s attempt was poorly judged and succeeded only in a glancing blow to the lever, so the puck only rose to the number 10 on the board, which was greeted with jeers from onlookers.
“That was a test shot!” insisted the guy with the mallet “Let me try again!”
Harvey raised no objection, and the mallet was again brought down hard delivering a resounding blow to the lever and sending the puck hurtling up the board to reach the number 30.
“YESS!! .. THIRTY!” Cheered the crowd
“No … NOT THIRTY!” cried Jordan in horror.
But the paddle was already swinging and within seconds the fairground was soon echoing to the sounds of hard paddle whacks, punctuated by howls both of pain from Jordan and laughter from the now sizable crowd.
Jordan was in for a long and painful afternoon.
TO BE CONTINUED
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