The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn ( Prologue)

 

The Adventures of Sore Bottomed Finn

Prologue

Finn was in a furious mood as he sped along the open country road on the expensive blue motorbike his doting mother had bought him on his 18^th birthday the previous year. It was one of the various luxuries he had become accustomed to while living at home in the city, and one of the few he had ben able to bring with him after being exiled to live with his step-father in what he liked to term “Rubesville”.

His banishment from urban life had been a condition set by the court, as his last chance to avoid a custodial sentence, following various encounters with law and order. It was safe to say this was proving a challenging culture shock for a pampered and spoilt brat like Finn. Not only did he have a low opinion of his Step father, who was nowhere near as generous or tolerant as his wealthy mother, but he lived in a rural backwater with none of the excitement and diversions the city had offered Finn and which had led to his entanglements with the police.

As he turned a corner, he noticed a path leading off the road at the entrance to which was a large sign which stated PRIVATE – No Trespassing. Finn in his short eighteen years had not been accustomed to being denied anything hence the sign had the duel effect of both raising his interest and irritating him.

He was curious as what the secret was at the end of the path and annoyed at being told he could not see it. Characteristically, he chose to ignore the notice, swerved off the road and steered his bike down the bumpy country path. He was stubbornly determined to see the forbidden sight at the end of the path.

After he had travelled less than half a mile the path led him to a forest at the edge of which was a small lake and more signs one instructing him that swimming was forbidden, and another, which was half hidden by foliage, announced “NO TRESPASSING – Violators will be ...” the rest of which was obscured by leaves. However, it was the no swimming sign which interested him more. Being told he could not do something inevitably made him more determined to so it. Hence, after leaving his bike next to a pile of rocks, he quickly stripped off his clothes in order to indulge in the countryside pursuit of skinny dipping.

He ran to the edge of the lake before stripping off his underwear, then, when fully naked he plunged in.

The water was colder than he had expected on such a warm day, but he soon got used to that , and find the cool water pleasantly refreshing. However, it was also very salty, which surprised him, but did not concern him as he had spent his childhood summers playing in the salty water off his grandparent's Florida beach house.

Although, as an occasional athlete, Finn excelled at tennis and field sports, he was also a competent and confident swimmer, and he easily moved through the glassy water until he was in the deeper water towards the centre of the lake.

It was there that he was to discover the cause of the lake's high salt content. Although it was hidden by the trees and a small range of hills, the lake was in fact only a few miles from the edge of the ocean by which it was connected by two tidal rivers one above ground, and the other subterranean.

Only weeks before, a huge ocean storm had washed nany thousands of gallons of sea water into the lake together with various sea creatures, including a small swarm of jellyfish, and it was with these opaque but electrical little creatures that Finn was to make unwelcome contact. The contact was particularly unwelcome for Finn, for it was his bare bottom which one brushed against with a stinging result as a forceful electrical current surged through his exposed skin.

Although Finn would not consider the encounter a lucky one, it was fortunate that these were not Box jellyfish, with stings which can scar and even kill, however, although less deadly, this species was still capable of delivering a potent and painful sting.

Finn gave a loud and angry yell of paim and swam back to edge of the lake, moving through the water as if propelled, he had no idea what had stung him, but whatever it wasm he was anxious to get out of the water and avoid receiving another painful sting.

Once on dry land, he clutched his bottom and jumped from foot to foot gritting his teeth at the pain, before lying down on his front in the grass, drying himself in the sun. The stinging pain in his butt cheek had not improved his mood, and his handsome face was set in a sulky frown.

It was certainly bad luck to encounter a stinging sea creature in an inland lake, but Fin's streak of bad luck had only just begun. Unknown to him, he had chosen to lie down near a bush with a wasp's nest at it's centre and his arrival had disturbed some of the angry buzzing insects.

One wasp, braver than his compatriots flew down to give a closer inspection to the huge and alien white object which had unexpectedly invaded the swarm's space, and finally landed in the lower middle of Finn's right buttock, less than an inch from where the jellyfish had stung him.

Finn had a very sensitive bottom at the pest of times, and that sensitivity was heightened by the recent sting, hence he was instantly conscious that something was crawling on him and automatically flinched. 

Startled by the sudden violent motion, which, from it's perspective, must have seemed like am earthquake, the little wasp did what startled wasps do and it too stung Finn's tender bare bottom, it's venom laden stinger jabbing into our young hero's pink and white skin within centimetres from where the jelly fish had left it's still painful sting.

Finn sprang to his feel with a bellow of agony as unbelievably a second sting laden creature had attacked him on the same spot with the space of ten minutes. How could he be so unlucky?

The thought had hardly left Finn's head, when his bad luck got even worse!

An angry voice behind him boomed “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?, What are you doing?” ….CAN'T YOU READ?”

Finn spun round to be confronted by a large bearded man wearing an untucked plaid shirt and carrying a gun. In other circumstances Finn might have called the man a “Rube” or a “Redneck Hick” but in this instance discretion played the better part of valour and he just stammered “I..I was ...swimming!” he was suddenly uncomfortably aware of his nakedness.

The bearded man, Otis Hollister, had also noticed Finn's nakedness, in fact he had been hiding among the bushes watching Finn for a while and very impressed by what he saw. Despite his sulky expression, Finn was a strikingly handsome guy, with a the well formed athletic body of a healthy young adult and a perfectly adorable little pink bottom, which Otis was itching to give a slap.

“THE SIGN SAYS 'No SWIMMIN'” snapped Otis “CAN'T YA' READ?”

Finn did not answer, he just shrugged and quickly Looked around him trying to remember where he had dropped his underpants.

“I suppose you didn't see the other sign neither?” sneered Otis striding over to Finn, and, before the latter could react, grabbing hold of his ear “Come and I'll Show you what it says!”

Otis dragged the angrily protesting Finn over to where the lage No Trespassing sign was partially obscured by foliage and, using the end of his rifle pushed the branches aside to reveal the full wording “No Trespassing, Violators will be Spanked”

“What on..?” yelled a slightly alarmed Finn “That's crazy, you have to be joking!”

In fact the wording had originally not been intended to be taken literally, however, Otis was not ready to let a golden opportunity pass him by.

“It means exactly what it says boy!” sneered Otis “If you ignore warning you're going to pay the consequences!”

“Let go of me you redneck moron!” snarled Finn struggling to free himself from Otis's grip “You are not doing that to me !!!”

Otis grinned “Oh yes I am boy! It's what you deserve!”

The older man dragged the struggling and protesting younger man along the back to where an old tree stump provided a convenient seat.

Finn, who was no weakling, attempted to break free, but many hours of hard farm work had given Otis the greater strength with strong arms and a firm grip which could easily overpower him.

Otis sat down on the tree stump, sat down and pulled Finn face down across his lap.

Finn could not believe what was happening, in all the eighteen and half years of his spoilt and privileged young life he had never been seriously punished, let alone spanked, and he was outraged at the indignity of of what the bearded rube planned to do to him. “Let me go you … you ...! “ he yelled “This is illegal!”

“Ha!” replied Otis “It seems a spanking is well over due!” he grinned “I saw you get stung by that little ol' bee earlier, now where was it that gold ol' boy got you?” he looked down and soon spotted the wasp sting, which had risen like a small shiny red pimple standing out from the snowy white perfection of Finn's adorable bubble butt.

“Ah! There he is!” chuckled Otis raising his hand high above his head, before bringing his hard leathery palm down with a hard resounding SMACK! Landing squarely on top of the sting!!

Finn gave a furious roar of pain and anger “AAAOOWW that hurt you f....!!” he yelled, he had briefly forgotten the wasp sting in his anger at his assailant, but it was now firmly back at the centre of his consciousness and would remain there for some time.

“It was supposed to!” replied Otis “And this one will to” he delivered a second smack, this time his hand landing on Finn's un-stung but soon to be equally tender left buttock, leaving a large red hand print to match the one already showing on the right cheek.

 With that Otis began to give Finn his first ever, but long deserved, bare bottom spanking. The countryman strong and muscular brown arms rising and falling like a rapid piston, whilst his large leather like palms landed with explosive sounding smack's on Finn's reddening bottom.

It was unlucky for Finn that Compassion was not a strong suit with Otis who took sadistic pleasure in ensuring that at least one out of every four smacks landed directly on the, now seriously smarting, wasp sting.

Unknown to Otis, the smacks were also connecting with the still very sore jellyfish sting, thus adding to young Finn's discomfort.

For Finn's part, he could only swear, curse and issue impotent threats, whilst struggling and kicking his long tanned legs in an unsuccessful effort to free himself.

Otis continued spanking until he was satisfied that Finn's entire bottom was a uniform and glowing shade of red. Finally, he released his grip and allowed Finn to clamber off his knee.

Once back on his feet Finn stood, rubbing his burning butt and glowering at the man who had just inflicted such a humiliating indignity on him “You will pay for that!” he snarled.

Otis laughed contemptuously “I'd like to see you try!” he snorted.

It was then that Finn spotted Otis's rifle, which was leaning against a rock, where it had been let while it's owner was occupied in Spanking.

Before the older man could stop him, he jumped like a puma springing onto it's prey and grabbed the gun, which he quickly aimed at Otis “I told you that you would pay!” he growled triumphantly “And you will!”

Unfortunately for Finn, his triumph would be extremely short lived, clutching the rifle, with his wildly trembling forefinger hovering over to the trigger, be took a step backwards. That step was to be his downfall, as his bare foot connected with the tiny half hidden stump of what had once been a sapling, causing him to trip and fall backwards.

Following the continuing series of misfortunes which had blighted Finn's day, our handsome young hero landed bare bottom first into a patch of stinging nettles, immediately adding a few hundred tingling nettle stings to his already spanked, wasp and Jellyfish stung bottom. Seconds later he was back on his feet, jumping up and down, whimpering and clutching his eyewateringly sore bottom.

Meanwhile, Otis causally picked up the rifle which Finn had dropped as he fell, and now he aimed that at Finn.

“That was very naughty!” he said. “It seems you haven't learnt your lesson yet, and need more punishment” a smile flashed across his face “and I know just what you need!”

Otis then lead Finn at gun point back to the path, where the two of them loaded Finn's bike into the back of Otis's battered old truck, before Otis slung Finn's discarded clothes and sneakers in after it.

“M ..my clothes!” stammered Finn

“You won't be needing those!” chuckled Otis as he jumped into the driver's seat of the truck and slammed the door, “I figure a nice embarrassing walk back to town with your little bare butt on show will be just what you need to cure that bad blood of yours!!” he laughed and added mockingly “There is a fair in town. So there will be plenty of people there to see you!”

Finn tried to glower angrily at his tormentor, but his lips trembled and the horror of his situation sunk in. It was only about five miles to town, which would not be too much of a challenge for a fit young male, even bare foot, but his step-father's house was on the far side of town, there was no way to get there without being seen.

Then he remembered his underpants, at least they would provide him with some dignity, if only he could remember where he dropped them. As if in answer to Finn's thoughts, Otis put his hand in his pocket, and pulled out object “And I wouldn't bother hunting for these!” he said, holding up Finn's underpants as if they were a trophy. “You are going naked pretty boy!”

He then the pants back into his pocket, fired up the ignition and then, without a further glance in Finn's direction, drove the truck back down the country path towards the road, leaving the handsome but stark naked young man staring helplessly after him.

Sore bottomed Finn's unlucky day was not over yet!

TO BE CONTINUED

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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 ….........

The latest Chapter of The Shaman's Revenge has been posted to the newSore Bottoms guys site

The Singeing of Crispin Cherrybutt (Part Four – pt 2)

The Singeing of Crispin Cherrybutt 

(Part Four – pt 2)

Ignoring the handsome older knight, Tybalt's, anxious warnings Crispin had continued to curse and threaten the monks, now, too late, he realised what a mistake he had made. He had disregarded his new friends plea for him to stop, and now he would pay a painful price.

A group of the monks took hold of Crispin and unshackled him from the alter, and then dragged him from the room, leaving a sad eyed Tybalt still kneeling, strapped to the table, in a most undignified manner, with the remnants of the fire root phallus still protruding from his rear.

The grinning monks, half dragged and half carried the struggling and protesting Crispin down seemingly endless corridors, before they reached an open courtyard at the back of the great building.

Having become accustomed to the gloom inside the monastery, Crispin blinked in the sunlight as he took in his new surroundings. In the middle of the courtyard were a number of dome like objects, made from platted wicker. Crispin did not recognise the structures, but as he was dragged closer to them he could hear the buzzing of bees. Earlier he had not understood Tybalt's warning “They will take you to the hives!” but now his fellow captives words echoed ominously in his head.

The monks then roughly held him down as they tied ropes around his legs, just below his knees, and then attached them tightly to his wrists.

When he was fully secured they began tugging on the ropes, which were looped over a large wooden pole protruding from the side of the building, and quickly hoisted Crispin up with his legs in the air, with his lower body and bottom dangling below, now mere inckes from the wicker hives.

Then the older Monk began to chant in a high, almost “sing-song” voice, while another monk handed him a colourful glazed ceramic jug. The first monk then produced a small wooden batten from his cassock, and began stirring the contents of the jug. When he took it out it was coated with golden honey.

He then used the wooden batten to smear the honey all the cheeks of Crispin's bottom until it glistened gold in the sunlight.

Crispn was outraged, yet confused at this latest humiliation, why on Earth would they cover his backside with fresh honey?!! Whatever their plan, he knew he would not enjoy it.

“Ha! Sir Knight!” chuckled the Monk “Now you have a golden arse!!” his comment eliciting cruel laughter from the other monks “Shall we see what out little friends think of it?” he asked before taking hold of a paddle which one of the younger monks had brought with them, and proceeded to hit the sides of the hives.

Instantly a large swarm of angrily buzzing bees cam streaming out of the tiny entrance, like a furious black cloud.

The monks retreated to a safe distance to watch the entertainment, as the bees become immediately attracted by the sweet honey and began swarming round Crispin's dangling bottom.

To his increasing horror, Crispin now realised the purpose of the honey “NO PLEASE!!” he cried “UNTIE ME … PLEASE!!!”

The sadistic monks just laughed and clapped their hands with delight. The monks were enjoying the spectacle, and as Tybalt was still shackled to the central altar with a fire root dildo up his bum, nobody was going to come to Crispin's aid.

Crispin cried out in terror as the first bee landed on his his honey coated rump, at fist of just crawled over the surface feeding on the honey, but then, alarmed by Crispin's horrified shiver reacted by instinctively stinging Crispin's already highly sensitive butt cheek .

Seconds later a second bee landed, and then a third, and a fourth. Each arrival followed the same pattern, with Crispin receiving repeated painful stings in what had become the most tender part of his body.

“Our little friends will teach you a lesson in respect young gallant!” called the older monk, as the others cheered their approval.

Realising that sudden movements were disturbing the bees and making them sting him, Crispin tried with all his resolve to stay still, but it proved impossible. His instinctive repulsion at having insects crawling on him combined with the fact that he was dangling uncomfortably in the air, caused him to shake and tremble involuntarily, and each quiver was greeted with a sharp sting from a startled bee.

Over the following hours Crispin would be sting a hundred and more times by visiting bees, attracted by the sweet and glistening honey. Meanwhile the monks eventually returned to their ungodly devotions, leaving Crispin dangling above the hives, and surrounded by buzzing bees.

Later, as night fell, there was no respite for the unlucky young knight, for, although many bees returned to their hives as the daylight faded, they were replaced by other stinging insects which were similarly attracted by the remaining honey still covering Crispin's cute, but very sore bottom.

As Crispin hung there through the long and uncomfortable Knight, he wondered with dread what other catastrophes and humiliations lay ahead on his ill starred adventure!

It would not be long before he found out!! 

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Note: Sorry for repeating a punishment previously inflicted on Boy in the Sting of the Jungle, but it was requested, and I felt that Crispin deserved it!!

 

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The Perils of Prentiss : Nude Sun Bathing

Handsome 19 year old hockey player, Prentiss Payne, discovers that nude sunbathing in the countryside is not without risks!

The Shaman's Revenge - Part 4

The Shaman's Revenge (Part 4)

Click here for previous episodes – Prologue – Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 

It was a moot point as to whether it was further evidence of Jordan's bad luck, the Shaman's curse, or merely his own misdeeds, which caused the handsome young swimmer's cute and sensitive, 18 year old bottom to become the target of two teams of hostile, testosterone driven, and very muscular late adolescent jocks, but either way, the outcome was very uncomfortable and humiliating.

On their own, each boy would be charming and polite young gentlemen, however, as history's great generals, dictators and sports team coaches were very aware, when you place healthy and hot blooded young men such as these into a group and then set them loose, other more primal instincts can come to the fore.

The two teams of College age athletes were now a feral pack, acting in unison and with one aim, and that was to inflict well deserved and overdue punishment on Jordan Draper's butt! 

 

When the, normally timid, Toby Suter produced his little tube of extra hot embrocation, they were unanimously, and enthusiastically, of the view that this was the ideal substance to be liberally applied to Jordan's, now well paddled, bottom. Only Jordan took the view that this was an exceedingly bad idea, but alas (or maybe hooray!) he was overwhelmingly outvoted.

“Hold the jerk down!” laughed Scott Colby, as he and two of his classmates forced Jordan into what was unquestionably the most undignified and revealing wrestling hold it was possible for a naked male to find himself in. On his back with his legs, and, by extension, his butt cheeks, well spread so that his most intimate body parts were on full display!!

Toby removed the cap from the tube and squeezed a large dollop of embrocation into his palm, and then kneeled down in front of Jordan's inverted and uplifted bottom. As he did so, he thought of all the times that this, previously dominant, jock had intimidated, bullied and belittled him. Toby was not a naturally cruel person, but he had suffered at the hands of Jordan Draper, so he felt only satisfaction at getting his own back, by adding a further degree of heat to his previous tormentors already well toasted posterior.

He smeared equal quantities of the cream onto the palms of both hands and then brought them down with two loud SMACKS onto Jordan's butt cheeks before proceeding to rub the embrocation into the skin, ensuring that it was distributed to the whole area. Being straight by nature, Toby would normally avoid looking at another male's anus, let alone touching it, but in this instance, such reluctance was forgotten, with the result that every inch of the target area was liberally coated, including the hypersensitive virgin ring at it's centre.

“That's good!!” cheered Scott “really rub it in – make sure he feels it!!”

With the help of a second teamate, Scott forced Jordan into a position similar to that which is often called the “diaper position” with his bottom the highest part of his body, thus offering Toby a perfect target ont which to apply the hot embrocation.

It took a few seconds before the warming effect of the embrocation began to take effect, but then the heat began to spread, getting hotter and hotter as it did so, and within moments Jordan's already battered and stinging bottom began to burn with a ferocity not dissimilar to sitting on a red hot brazier.

“YEEEEAAAAGHHHH!!” screamed the singed Jock “It's burning, its burning!!”

“It's supposed to you wimp!” laughed Scott “That's how it works!!

“I need to wash it off!” wailed Jordan “I need the showers!!!”

“Oh no!” interrupted Martin Clifford, who had been watching silently until then, “the showers are not for liars and thieves … you might contaminate them!”

For a moment the athletes fell silent, struck by the obvious

anger of Martin's unexpected intervention, but then, as they remembered that Martin and Rubin had been Jordan's intended victims, they began nodding in agreement.

“No! You can't use the showers!” agreed Scott “the showers are for gentlemen, not creeps like you!” … he laughed! “you can always use the fountain in College garden... that will cool you off!”

“And out there everyone else will get to see your lovely red butt Jordan!” grinned Martin

The men all laughed, and seconds later, Jordan was lifted off his feet and carried towards the door!! “No guys, please!” he pleased “At least give me my clothes!”

“You don't need clothes fella'!!! laughed a swimmer “Not with a great bod like yours!”

Jordan had always been proud of his body, but now the last thing he wanted was for anyone to see him naked.

However, within seconds a totally naked and protesting Jordan was pushed through the main Lockeroom door, which backed onto the central college hallway and the door slammed behind him. Desperate for some clothes, he banged on it and attempted to reason with the men behind it, but it soon became obvious they had no intention of letting him back in, or letting him have his clothes.

Suddenly a high pitched scream of surprise and delight echoed down the corridor as two female tennis players walked in and spotted the naked swimmer.

Jordan quickly clutched his hands over his exposed genitals, keenly aware that he could not cover his red and very obviously just spanked bottom. He had to find something to cover himself with, but first he had an even greater priority, to ease the agonising burning in his backside. In the locker room, Scott had suggested the fountain as a joke, but now it seemed the only option. Still clutching his cock and balls in his hands, Jordan ran down the corridor, passed the two highly amused, and slightly aroused, girls out of the main door into the quadrangle.

Despite Jordan's overblown sense of ego and the stomach turning humiliation he felt at being exposed stark naked to the whole college with a bright red spanked bottom, he now had one overriding goal which was to ease the fiery sting in his behind, and wash off the burning embrocation.

With no balm or soothing cream to hand and with access to the locker room shower barred to him, the tiny fountain in the campus gardens was the only source of cool soothing water close at hand, he had to get to it, and to do so as quickly as possible!

Students of both genders (there were only two back then) gawped, laughed and cheered as Jordan ran past them. They all ha no idea why Jordan was naked, or why he had been so obviously spanked, but of course, the full story would get to all of them very soon, and that knowledge added hugely to Jordan's misery,

To his horror, when he reached the gardens, he found that the fountain had been turned off whilst maintenance was carried out to the pipes, however there was still water in the tiny lilly pond around it. That would have to do. 

 He jumped into the pond, gripping the edges with his hands and quickly lowered his punished and burning bottom into the water.

Unfortunately for Jordan, in his desperation to cool the sting in his tush he lowered it much too quickly, without considering that there might be something other than water and lilies in the pond.

For reasons best known to the dark humour of fate, and maybe also to he demons conjured up by and old East European warlock, an old rusty child's toy had at some point fallen into the pond and. Over time had become wedged into the rocks at the bottom.

This was no flimsy modern toy, crumbling from built in obsolescence, but rather it was a solid 1950's toy, well made, and made to last. It was, by the standards of the time, a boy's toy, a sturdy metal truck with a disproportionately large towering crane on its back. Due to the position in which the truck had become planted in the rocks, the hard metal crane now pointed skywards towards the surface like some submerged and rampant phallus, and for our heterosexual young anti-hero, that symbolism was about to become a painful and humiliating reality.

As Jordan's cherry pink bottom descended rapidly into the water it landed straight onto the the rigid and erect crane which rammed straight up through his tight rectum and deep inside him.

Jordan leaped from the water as if shot from a cannon, let out a high pitched howl and jumped up and down round the garden clutching his spanked, scorched and now anally penetrated rump.

As many virgins discover, the first time can be painful, and this was certainly the case for Jordan. 

In so many ways since his ill fated encounter with the old Shaman, Jordan was really, to use his own colourful idiom, .... Fucked.

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Meanwhile, on another part of the university complex Chase Colby was up to no good! Using his one free hand, the handsome 20 year old Caretaker's assistant silently unfastened his belt and unzipped his tight blue jeans, before reaching inside, grabbing hold of his rapidly stiffening dick, and gripping it tightly.

His other hand was fully occupied holding his dad's prized new Betamax video camera which he had borrowed for the purpose. From his position kneeling in the small crawlspace about the College locker rooms, he could see directly into the girls showers through a hole he had made there a few weeks before. The video camera was aimed directly at the hole, as the girls lacrosse team had just finished their practice and would soon be nude and using those showers.

Of course, Chase was supposed to be at the other end of the crawlspace, above the boy's locker room and getting rid of a hornet's nest which had been causing concerns to the faculty, and to his boss, Wil Bryant, the Caretaker. 

“Fuck the wasps!” he thought, who cared if a few posh rich boys got stung, he had more important and lucrative things to do.

Chase had made almost $200 selling copies of the last two videos he had filmed through that same hole, but his customer were demanding clearer and more “intimate” images, and Chase was more than willing to oblige, he wanted to see that too.

Suddenly Chase almost lost his balance when a pulse of excitement shuddered though him as he recognised the person who had just stepped into sight, and into camera range. Patsy Wagner was not only a smoking hot chick but she had the biggest breasts, or “juggs” as Chace charmingly referred to them, in the College. Chase shifted position in an attempt to get a better shot, his customers wanted more than just boobs. If Patsy moved a little to the right, he would see her …. yes …. yes … any second now he would see her pu... DAMN! That flat chested Darlene Morse had got in the way! Nobody wanted to see her, she looked like a guy!!

Chase leaned further forward anxious to get a better view of Patsy Wagner's lower body. Meanwhile his right hand was moving back and forth along the now rigid shaft of his cock. He tried not to move it too quickly, he didn't want to cum too soon, like he so often did, that would ruin everything, like it usually did. However, it was getting more and more difficult to resist the increasingly insistent urges gaining hold of his fit young body.

It was at that crucial moment that Darlene Morse stepped out of the shower and Patsy Wager was momentarily exposed in all her naked glory. Alas, what would otherwise have been the money shot was lost in a blur, as Chase immediately came in his hand and dropped the camera in his excitement.

The camera hit the floor of the crawlspace with a loud bang which immediately announced Chase's presence to the women below.

“There is somebody there!” shouted one girl, as she and the others ran out of the showers and retrieved their towels “Someone is watching us … look, there's a spy hole!!”

Never brave in a crisis, Chase panicked. His impulse was to get himself, and his camera, as far away from the spyhole as he could, as quickly as he could, which was not easy in the cramped space he was in. Bending double he backed across the crawlspace in the direction of the area above the men's locker rooms, a location where he had a legitimate reason to be.

However, as observant readers will recall, but Chase had forgotten, only a few minutes earlier he had unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans, and, as can be the way with gravity, they picked the most inopportune moment to fall down around his knees. Given the speed and awkward nature of his attempted escape, this caused him to trip, fall over backwards and slip feet first down a sloping surface towards the eves. He had picked up quite a speed as his feet hit the panels at the edge of the crawlspace, just beneath the eves of the roof.

As an unwise economy measure during the construction of the building, inferior timber had been used, and the wood gave way creating a hole, through which the lower half of Chase's body slipped before getting stuck half way, with his top half still inside the crawlspace and the lower half hanging outside.

As his jeans were now around his knees, and as he had not bothered to wear underpants, the upper part of Chase's legs and his bare bottom were not fully exposed on the outside of the building.

 

Although, uncomfortable, embarrassing and inconvenient, this alone was not Chase's only misfortune. Due to another of those strange coincidences, which had recently begun to plague Jordan Draper's life, the hole though which Chase Colby's lower body was protruding, just happend to be mere inches from the hornets nest he was supposed to have removed. Furthermore, his bare and exposed white bottom was in direct line of the entrance of the nest, through which angrily buzzing hornets were already appearing.

Chase Struggled to free himself, but this merely caused an already precariously placed beam to collapse onto him, pinning him in place.

Chases first thought was how embarrassing and uncomfortable his position was, but when the first hornet landed on his bottom he realised that his situation was considerably worse than he had first thought.

Chase frantically reached out to try and find something solid which he could grip in order to pull himself free, but the fragile and rotten timber gave way when any pressure was placed on it. The frenzied movement also caused his bottom to jerk around which antagonized the already angry hornet. 

Within moments a hornet had stung one cheek, whilst a second stung the top of his thigh, these were merely the vanguard and were swiftly followed by a third and then a fourth hornet, each jabbing their venom laden stingers into Chase's exposed butt flesh, sending a stream of molten lava like fury into the unlucky young hunk.

Chase yelled out in pain, wriggling helplessly as a cloud of hostile insects descended on his defenceless and very exposed bottom.

“CHASE COLBY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!” Wil Bryant's voice boomed out from behind him “I cannot trust you to do even a simple job! … look what you've done! now you have wrecked the building!”

Will had come to investigate reports of a peeper in the girls locker room, and had not been prepared for the sight of his young assistant's legs and bare bottom sticking out of a hole in the roof of the building surrounded by stinging insects. He hurried to the side of the building and climbed the ladder Chase had used in order to access the crawlspace above the lockers.

Being a strong man, it did not take long for Wil to pull Chase free, and on spotting the video camera, it took him even less time to put two and two together and realise that Chase was the peeper whom the women's lacrosse team had reported.

Will picked up the camera and turned to Chase, who was wailing and frantically rubbing his hornet stung backside “We have some matters to discuss young man!” he said

the two men both climbed out of the tight roof space, and upon reaching the ground, Will took hold of Chase by the ear and then led the miserable young apprentice to the stock room behind the Caretaker office, at which point Will opened a draw and brought out a small wooden paddle baring the, now particularly fitting, slogan “Dad's Little Stinger”

“I think you remember this from the time we had the little issue with the missing petty cash!” he growled “This is even more serious, you could get the college into serious trouble by filming the young ladies!”

“B..but Boss, you can't paddle me I've been sung on the butt!” groaned Chase “It sure hurts like it's on fire!”

“Either you take a paddling from me, or your Dad and the sheriff will find out what you were doing with that, there, video filming camera!” replied Will, knowing full well that, even at 20, Chase was terrified of his construction worker father, and also that, with his record, his handsome young apprentice could not afford another run in with the law. He had Chase at his mercy and intended to take full advantage of that fact.

“Aw! Boss please don't!” protested Chase, his voice taking on the plaintive whine of a much younger lad “Dad will kill me!”

"Well then take of them jeans and bend over!” 

 

Chase's poorly educated mind strained to think of some clever words which might defend his sore bottom from Wil's paddle, but none came to him. Reluctantly he removed his sneakers and blue jeans, and then, wearing nothing but his sock, Chase padded across the room and bent over in front of Wil as instructed.

“My!” murdered Wil “Those hornet stings look sore! nasty critters those South American hornets, real poisonous varmits ….. You'll need to see Dr Schults later, he'll probably put you on a course of shots to avoid infection!” 

He grinned to himself, he knew the good doctor's ways of dealing with handsome, wayward youths, and like Coach Amundsen, Will fully approved of those methods! “Yup, you will need a course of shots in that butt o' yours…. maybe for a month, just to be sure … I will speak to the doc after this!”

With that, he raised the paddle and brought it down with a loud WHACK! on Chase's upraised and hornet stung bottom. Poor Chase yelled in pain as the hard wood collided with the fresh stings which peppered his butt cheeks, his video filming plans were going to cost him dearly.

As the paddle whacks echoed around the room, Chase had other thing on his mind rather than the night before, when he had drunk beer and played loud punk music into the early hours, ignoring his old East European neighbour hammering on the floor of the apartment above him.

It was Chase's bad luck and to some degree Chase's own fault that, now he had evoked his ancient powers, the increasingly grouchy old Shaman had decided to spread his revenge around.

TO BE CONTINUED