Return of The Sting of the Jungle – Jungle Boy Gets the Point

 

Return of The Sting of the Jungle – Jungle Boy Gets the Point

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The Sting of the Jungle - Boy and the Stolen Loincloth

The Sting of the Jungle

Boy and the Stolen Loincloth

It was a hot and sultry day in the jungle, and boy was feeling bored. It was now many weeks since he had returned from the city, and it seemed very dull to be back in the jungle. He decided to climb up into the higher branches of the trees near to the river, in the hope of spying some maidens from the local village bathing or washing their hair on the river bank. Unfortunately for Boy, there were not village maidens in sight, just a long expanse of empty river bank.

Moodily, Boy peered into the distance in the hope of seeing anything of interest. However, although Boy could not see anything which interested him, another pair of eyes, not far from him, certainly could!!

In the branches above boy, a mischievous young chimp was also looking at something it found interesting, which was Boy's small leather loincloth. The little primate was a highly intelligent creature and had been listening the last time Tarzan had lectured Boy, and recalled exactly what the older man had threatened to to to the careless blond youth if he lost yet another loincloth.

“That is the forth loincloth Boy have lost in a month!” the angry Jungle man had boomed “if Boy lose another one, Boy get a spanking him not ever forget!!”

As with many of the jungle animals, Boy had not endeared himself to the young chimp, as he had frequently shouted, thrown stones and been generally obnoxious to the the little animal. As such, there was little the little creature enjoyed more than watching his tormentor receiving a good hard spanking from the muscular lord of the jungle.

Moving stealthily, the little monkey crept through the branches towards Boy, who was still staring intently towards the river. Then, with one swift motion, while dangling from a branch it reached out, grabbed hold of Boy's loincloth and tugged.

Before Boy could react, the little chimp had snatched the loincloth, leaving him stark naked, and was scrambling quickly up through the branched, clutching it's prize and squawking gleefully.

“Give that back you little ...” snarled Boy swinging round and seeing the monkey quickly ascending trough the branches, occasionally looking back and seemingly waving the loincloth at him, as if taunting him.

Boy also remembered Tarzan's words, and was desperate not to receive another spanking from his mighty guardians leather like hands. He began climbing up the tree after the chimp, determined to retrieve his clothing.

Unlucky for Boy, he was many pounds heavier than the tiny animal, meanwhile the higher he climbed up the tree the thinner were the branches. While frantically attempting to catch the fleeing primate, he carelessly put too much of his weight on a thin and very fragile branch, which snapped beneath his feet.

 Temporarily unbalanced he lost his grip of another branch, and suddenly found himself hurtling through the air. Unable to fly, there was only one way that gravity was going to take him, and that was down.

  

As he tumbled through the air towards what seemed like certain death on the hard ground below, he fell through a cluster of thin whippy branches, which effectively whipped and caned his bare bottom as he crashed through them, yelling in pain “OWW! … OUCH! ….OOOOW!” as he did so.

Despite this further misfortune, there was some good luck, as the pursuit of the thieving monkey had take him to branches which were overhanging the river.

So, instead of hitting the hard ground, and suffering fatal injuries, his fall was broken by the water, into which he landed with a winding, but thankfully not bone shattering, SPLASH.

The fact that river was deep at this point, combined with the fact that boy entered it at some considerable speed, sending him plummeting into the depths below. Luckily, Boy was an excellent swimmer, however, he knew this stretch of the river was especially dangerous, and as his eyes became accustomed to the murky depth, he was immediately reminded why, by an ominous shape looming out of the distance. Old Snapper, the crocodile who ruled this part of the river, had long eyed the succulent Boy as a potential tasty meal and was swimming straight towards him.

Poor Boy, while distracted by the hungry prehistoric monster speeding through the water towards him, he failed to notice a, much smaller, but still unwelcome creature right behind him.

The electric eel was a temperamental little brute at the best of times, however, Boy's sudden kicking and struggling appearance in his domain, had interrupted is pursuit of an particularly appealing mate, and as a result, was now especially irritable. 

 

Hence the angry electric eel did what angry electric eels are prone to do, it let loose a powerful blast of electricity, aimed at the nearest target, which in this case happened to be Boy's bare white bottom.

The angry eel's fearsome tail landed squarely in the centre of boy's behind sending a surge of white hot electric current through his cheeks.

Boy's yell of pain was silenced by the water, but the stream of bubbles which came shooting out of his mouth told their own story. Boy's fit young body then responded with the speed of a torpedo, a combination of the natural sense of self preservation inspired by the approaching man eater, together with the searing fire in his bottom, inflicted by the grumpy electric eel, provided the impetus to shoot him into action, as he sped upwards towards the river surface, and out into the fresh air.

Leaping with the agility of a young frog, he launched himself out of the water. 

 

Moments later, the jungle inhabitants were presented with the somewhat comical image of a stark naked Boy clinging to an overhanging branch with his twig whipped and eel stung bare bottom hovering inches above the old crocodile's snapping jaws.

Luckily Boy was nothing if not agile, while still keeping out of range of the hungry Old Snapper he clambered down the branch until he was close enough to the river bank to hurl himself bodily towards it. Landing, teetering precariously on he edge, he was, at last back on dry ground and out of danger.

At least he was out of danger from the crocodile, however, Old Snapper was not the only jungle beast to present a threat to our handsome young hero. A loud and angry snorting sound caused Boy to spin round, only to see an angry long horned buffalo, which had just come to the river for a drink, looking at him with angry, with it's massive head lowered in a threatening manner.

The buffalo, a naturally aggressive and dangerous creature had been especially angered by the sight of Boy, who he recognized as the irritating brat who had previously driven it wild by firing pebbles at it, with a sling shot from the safety of being high in the trees.

Boy was not in the trees now, he was on the ground and very vulnerable, and the buffalo now saw his opportunity to gets its revenge on a long time tormentor. 

 

Realising the danger he was in Boy turned and ran towards the jungle, where he could find safety back in the trees, but to his horror the thundering sound of hoof beats behind him reminded him how fast an angry buffalo could move.

Before Boy reached the jungle's edge, the angry buffalo was upon him, it's huge, hard and bony forehead slamming into his already punished bottom with such force that it threw Boy off his feet, sending him flying through the air towards the trees and straight into a hole in the trunk of a large wild fig tree.

Initially dazed, it took Boy a few seconds to realise what had happened and that the upper part of his body was wedged into a small hollow in the tree trunk, with his bottom half and legs hanging on the outside. The hole in the trunk, which formed the entrance to the hollow in which Boy had been forcibly inserted was very narrow, so although the power of the buffalo's head butt had been sufficient to force him through the hole, he was now stuck and unable to squeeze back out.

He struggled and kicked, but to no avail, he was firmly trapped. Even Boy was bright enough to know he was in a serious predicament. Although through sheer luck, there were no nasty jungle creatures currently inhabiting the tree hollow, there were a large number of much larger and much more ferocious creatures on the outside, for which his exposed and vulnerable bottom and legs, would offer a tempting snack.

With mounting fear he strained to hear any noise in the surrounding jungle which might signal the approach of some hungry beast.

After what seemed like hours, but in reality was no more than 15 minutes, he did hear approaching footsteps, his young body tensed as he awaited any sound which would identify what fearsome creature was bearing down on him. It was with great relief, albeit tinged with trepidation that he recognized the voice which then boomed around the jungle.

It was the unfortunate Boy's guardian Tarzan, whom the mischievous little monkey had deliberately led back to Boy.

“BOY! What you doing?” Tarzan immediately recognized Boy's very familiar bare bottom “And where your loincloth?!!”

Boy attempted to respond and explain that the loincloth had been stolen by a chimpanzee, but the thick trunk of the tree muffled his voice, so that Tarzan only heard an inaudible gurgle. This only only served to anger him more

“Boy was warned what happen if he lose loincloth again!” roared Tarzan “Boy Not Listen …...... Boy listen now!!”

Tarzan would free Boy later, but first he would take full advantage of his ward's exposed position, with his tempting bare bottom in such a conveniently raised position, presenting the perfect target.

Tarzan had brought his newly whittled paddle with him, suspecting it would come in useful, and he intended to make use of it.

The little chimp shrieked with glee as the familiar sound of Tarzan's paddle whacking away at Boy's bare behind echoed through the jungle canopy. Throughout the deep jungle and surrounding savannah, the animals stopped to listen to the satisfying sound.

Boy was getting what he always deserved, everything was back to normal, and for a short while, life was good! 

The Sting of the Jungle - Boy's Return

 The Sting of the Jungle -Boy's Return

The airplane was into it's thirteenth hour of the flight across the Atlantic, and Boy was now unbearably bored. True to form, he had also made himself extraordinarily unpopular with the flight crew and his fellow passengers with is arrogant and rude bad behaviour and constant demands.

It had reached the point where most of the other passengers had moved to seats as far away from this handsome, practically naked but chronically unpleasant young man.

Eventually, when Boy could not bare the boredom any longer he called out to the flight attendant “How much longer is this Goddam flight?!” he demanded.

The flight attendant looked at Boy with hardly disguised dislike “We land in Kinshasa in an hour … S ..” she gritted her teeth “Sir!”

“No you stupid moron!” snapped Boy “What time to we land at the Jungle airport?”

“This flight does not land at The Jungle airport” she replied “We fly over the jungle, direct to Kinshasa”

“WHAT!!” shouted Boy “I need to get off at the Jungle airport!!”

“We can not land at the jungle” replied the attendant “this plane is too large for the jungle runway!” she frowned with exasperation, this was the most infuriating passenger she had ever encountered “It is quite clear on your ticket that this is a non-stop flight, you will need to get a connecting flight back to the jungle!”

Of course, Boy had spent all the money he had managed with him when he escaped from the city, and could not afford a second flight. With characteristic truculance he decided to try and bully the flight crew into landing at the jungle stop.”I demand to see the pilot!” he shouted “I need to get off this plane in the jungle!!”

“You can't see the pilot!” sighed the attendant “He's busy … you know … flying the plane!”

“Take me to him!” snapped boy, leaping from his seat and turning towards the cockpit.

Realising that Boy seemed serious, the flight attendant called over two male flight attendants to assist her “This …..... passenger failed to read his ticket correctly, and is demanding we drop him off in the jungle!” she said.

The two male attendants had been observing Boy's rude and obnoxious behaviour, ever since he started acting up after about an hour into the flight, and new he was going to be difficult. However, at first they began patiently trying to reason with him.

Sitting in am aisle seat in the next row to Boy Herman Kettering had watched the scene unfolding. As a gay man, despite Boy's outrageous behaviour, he could not fail to be struck by how hot physically the young blonde hunk was. This was especially obvious given Boy's limited attire of only a jockstrap and a pair or white socks.

Herman was also a keen collector of male spanking videos and a fan of the JockSpank blog, so when Boy stood up his eye was immediately drawn to the lad's perfectly formed bare white bottom, framed with the straps of his jockstrap, and he began to imagine all the different forms of discipline he would just love to inflict of that tempting object.

It was the ongoing curse of Boy's life, that so many people instinctively wanted to spank him.

Meanwhile the two flight attendants were also both becoming drawn to the prospect of an act of violence against Boy. Even for two men so well used to dealing with difficult customers it was not long before they were both totally exasperated with this semi-naked but highly self opinionated youth.

Finally, their exasperation turned to anger, when Boy actually attempted to storm the cockpit demanding to speak to the pilot. The men grabbed hold of him and began to drag him towards the back of the plane. It was only then, too late that Boy began to understand that just maybe he had again gone too far.

“Okay fella'” snarled one of the men “You want to land in the jungle? Well, we can arrange that!!” he was so angry that, whilst his colleague held onto Boy, he literally ripped one of the attendant seats from the wall, leaving the back portion of the seat still screwed to the wall. The men then tied Boy to the seat in a sitting position, with his, jockstrap framed, bare bottom sticking out of the gap at the back where it had been pulled from the wall.

As Boy struggled against the ropes attaching his wrists and thighs to the seat, the men began attachomh a parachute to the chair arms. “What the fuck ate you doing?!!!” yelled Boy.

The men did not answer, but the look of thunderous fury on their faces told him, that, whatever it was they were doing, he was not going to like it!!

One of the men proceeded to turn a handle which opened a hatch door in the side of the aircraft and all three of them were hit by a powerful gust of air.

“You can't be serious!!” stammered Boy, as he suddenly realised what was being planned, but the men were deadly serious. If Boy wanted to land in the jungle, they were only too happy to accommodate that wish, however, the plane would not be landing there with him.

With a powerful kick, delivered to the centre of Boy's bottom, they sent him, attached firmly to the chair frame, flying out of the side of the plane into the open sky outside. 

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The Sting of The City - FULL VERSION (Episodes 1 to 3)

The Sting of The City

Continuing the "Sting of the Jungle" series

This was previously posted in three instalments

It had been a long flight across the Atlantic, during which Boy had not made himself popular with the flight crew as he bounded around inside of the aircraft, hanging from, the luggage lockers, constantly demanding food, which he insisted on eating with his fingers, and occasionally trying to peer up the female flight attendants' skirts.

However, to the intense excitement of Boy, and the relief of his fellow passengers the plane finally landed at John F Kennedy airport in New York.

Boy had surprisingly little difficulty getting through customs and immigration control. This was possibly due to the fact that his loincloth was so short he was self evidently not smuggling anything, and, by coincidence the staff on duty were either females or gay males, all of whom were enchanted by his golden haired good looks and had not had the opportunity to experience his less attractive character traits.

Boy had convincingly claimed that he was visiting relatives in New York and would be returning to the jungle in a few weeks, and, although he had no idea where his US relatives lived and had no intention of ever returning to Africa, he had been believed and let through.

Therefore, it was not long before he was walking into the arrivals lounge, excitedly anticipating starting his new life in America, free of all the jungle creatures, which all seemed intent on stinging his bottom. Thrilled by his liberation, Boy at first failed to notice the interest his near naked appearance was causing to those around him. Dressed in nothing more than a skimpy loincloth, Boy certainly stood out from the crowd.

However, although some may have been shocked by his lack of clothing, for the majority of observers his toned and athletic young body was an unexpected site which engendered more feelings of admiration and lust than disapproval.

Having no US dollars to pay for a taxi, Boy had a long bare foot walk before he eventually arrived in the city, and it was only then that he began to notice the attention his appearance was causing. As he walked down the street he suddenly realised that people were stopping to stare at him, which made him feel uncomfortable and very exposed by comparison with everyone else. 

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The Sting of the City (Part 3)

The Sting of the City (Part 3)

(More of the Sting of the Jungle series)

Breaking into Marc and Kam's apartment was easy for Boy, because of his long practised climbing skills he was able to reach an open window, which would have challenged the most nimble cat burglar. However, he did not have the common sense, or cunning, to match his ability to climb, so it did not occur to him that there might be items on the window sill, which would clatter noisily if knocked over, or that the two men might have been expecting him.

The Sting of the City (Part 2)

Continuing the Sting of the Jungle Series

It was early Friday evening and most of the staff at the brokerage firm where Boy now worked had left for the weekend. Usually Boy would have been one of the first out the door, keen to spend his wages, rent money, and undisclosed additional income in the clubs and bars of the Upper West Side, enjoying the company of the scantily clad girls and women who always crowed around him due to his good looks and lavish spending habits.

The Sting Of The City (Part 1)

The Sting of The City

Continuing the “Sting of the Jungle” series

It had been a long flight across the Atlantic, during which Boy had not made himself popular with the flight crew as he bounded around inside of the aircraft, hanging from, the luggage lockers, constantly demanding food, which he insisted on eating with his fingers, and occasionally trying to peer up the female flight attendants' skirts.

However, to the intense excitement of Boy, and the relief of his fellow passengers the plane finally landed at John F Kennedy airport in New York.

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)

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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!

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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