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!”

Jordan, was not convinced, and felt a sense of dead, he knew the Ranger well enough not to trust him, but he also knew that any failure to obey would have painful consequences. So, very reluctantly, he stood still and allowed the ranger to strap him into the leather straight jacket.

“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!”

Minutes later, as pedestrians laughed and pointed, the truck drove slowly down the road, the crain extended behind it with a bare bottom and very miserable Jordan hanging from it.

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.

 However, the well programmed mechanism immediately sprang into action, the paddle arm swung back and forth delivering the requisite ten whacks to Jordan’s tender bottom, as he yelled out in pain.

“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

 

The Shaman's Revenge Chapter 22 (Part 2)

 

The Shaman's Revenge Chapter 22 (Part 2)

 Jordan and the Speedos from Hell continued

The pool was entirely empty when Jordan dived in and swam a full length under water. For the first time in weeks, Jordan felt a sense of freedom and relief as his skimmed through the cool deep water, wuith the sleekness and agility of a fit young otter. Swimming was the one thing in the world at which he was the most accomplished, and if had had the determination and self discipline to overcome his naturally lazy and self indulgent nature, he could potentially have been a world class athlete.

However, the inevitable of Jordan Draper's life was that the flaws in his character would forever outweigh his virtues, and, consequentially, he would never achieve his natural potential.

As observers, therefore, we must content ourselves with appreciating his physical beauty and enjoying his ongoing and well deserved discomforts and humiliations.

However, at that moment, Jordan was free from the myriad discomforts which had recently plagued his life. The Ranger, his new guardian, had agreed he could have a morning free from chores and had dropped him off at the old swimming pool at the edge of town “You can relax today” he had said “Tomorrow you have an important role to play at the local charity fair!”

Jordan had no idea what was planned for the fair, but hoped he would at least be allowed to wear clothes. Meanwhile today, it was just a relief to have some cover albeit only his tiny blue speedos.

For a short while he was free of the sense of dread of what might befall him next, which hay have been a kindness, given what was in store for him.

After completing a dozen laps of the pool, Jordan climbed out and made his way along the side of the pool planning to get himself a coke from the vending machine he had noticed by the entrance. He was then he realised he was no longer alone, when he spotted three figures in swimming trunks walking towards him.

At first he did not recognise them, but they certainly recognized him “Hi Jordan!” sniggered Dewey Rees a small built guy in baggy red swimming shorts “Aren't you supposed to be bare assed? I head you burnt your asshole!”

Jordan glowered at Dewey, furious at this further evidence that the news of his humiliating situation was spreading like wild fire. “Shut up, if you want to keep your teeth!” he snarled.

“Don't threaten my brother!” boomed a second, much larger guy in an angry voice

“He always threatens smaller kids!” chimed in the third guy, Sammy Mason, who was also smaller than average “He's Jordan Draper, the bully we told you about!”

Dewey grinned at Jordan. “This is my BIG brother Bruno!” He's really pleased to meet you!” 

 Until too late Jordan had not noticed how large and muscular Bruno was, otherwise he might have been more cautious, but before he could react Dewey's big brother had grabbed him and thrown him over his shoulder. “We are going to have some fun with you!” he growled

The swimming pool was next to a derelict building, which had once been a sports centre, where Bruno carried the struggling and protesting Jordan, followed by a broadly grinning Dewey and Sammy.

Once inside what had once been the old locker room of the centre, Bruno tied Jordan's wrists to an exposed beam, forcing him to stand on Tip toe. Meanwhile Dewey produced a role of duct tape, which he used to bing Jordan's long athletic legs together.

When Jordan objected, a further strip of tape was placed over his mouth, effectively silencing him.

“Heuy Jordan” grinned Dewey “Remember those games you used to play with us kids? .. and the ….. um … tricks? Well lets see how you like them when we play them on you.”

“Remember that itching powder you put in the kids clothes while they were in the shower?” he continued “Well we've got a different brand … this one is extra strong itching powder” he held up a small bag while tossing a similar bag of white powder to Sammy.

“It says 'Worse that a cartload of fleas' on the packet!” giggled Sammy

“Well you are about to find out if that is true!” sneered Dewey as he pulled at the waist band of Jordan's speedos creating a gap at the back enabling him to sprinkle the contents of the itching powder package over the cheeks of Jordan's exposed backside, ensuring at least half the powder went down the tight crack between the cheeks.

Meanwhile, Sammy did the same to the front of the speedos, tipping the contents of his bag over Jordan's cock and balls.

It took a moment for the powder to take effect, and then, suddenly, Jordan became aware of the most extreme and infuriating itching sensation he had ever experienced. He struggled and writhed in extreme discomfort, desperate to pull off his speedos and try to brush the vile substance off himself, but could do nothing as his hands were tied to the beam above his head.

Sammy attempted to maintain a straight face, however Dewey laughed so hard he almost made himself sick. He and his friends had endured years of bullying and hazing by Jordan Draper, so he was enjoying every second of his tormentor's suffering.

Meanwhile a grinning Bruno ambled to the cornor and picked up a large glass jar “I guess that powder must be irritating you a mite Guy?” he drawled “But don't worry, my little friends here will eat it all!”

He held up the jar, which Jordan, to his horror saw was full of ants!

“Remember that spider you put down Becky Rutter's shirt?! Sniggered Dewey, “well we couldn't find a spider, but the ants will be a good substitute!... they are fire ants, so if they nip you, it might sting a little!”

.”... or Sting a lot!” corrected Sammy.

It suddenly occurred to Jordan that the itching powder and ants must have been bought there specially for him, this was no chance encounter, they had known in advance that he would be at the pool. So someone, either the Ranger or Harley must have been in on the plan.

Jordan did not have time to think any more about the set up as he other things to concentrate on, around forty very small but very ferocious things, as Bruno stepped forward, tugged at the waist band of his blue speedos, and tipped the angry contents of the jar into the gap, shaking the jar firmly to ensure every ant fell in, before allowing the tight lycra to snap back into place with all the ants trapped between it and the tender still wildly itching surface of Jordan's bottom.

Unlike the itching powder, the ants took no time in making their presence known. They may be trapped and lagely immobile , but the one part they could move were their sharp jaws with which they ferociously attacked every inch of Jordan's poor bottom.

A large number of the fire ants had slipped between his cheeks and they set about biting that intimate and sensitive area, even his rosebud like anus was not spared. 

 The fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds, Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire.

 Jordan's three assailants stood back, laughing with delight as Jordan hopped up and down, writing in agony and the rapacious insect assault on his nether regions his silent screams muffled by the duct tape covering his mouth.

It was then that all three of Jordan's new tormentor's produced a selection of old wooden paddles, both fraternity paddles with greek letters or old fashioned domestic paddles with quaint phrases on them.

“We will kill those nasty biting ants for you!” laughed Bruno “Isn't that good of us?!”

Within moments, the sound of three wooden paddles whacking against ther seat of Jordan's speedoes echoed round the abandoned building and continued for quite some time.

Jordan's previous were certainly relishing their revenge.

Some hours later, after Jordan had not returned at the time he had been instructed to, the Ranger and Jordan's hated cousin Harley went to the pool looking for him. When they found he was not, the Ranger suggested they should check the abandoned sports centre next door, and that is where they found a very sore and unhappy Jordan.

Still tied up and duct tape gagged, he had been hing fron the ceiling by his blue speedos, in an uncomfortable and embarrassing wedgie. Adding to his humiliation a white surrender flag protruded from between his two now red and bad badly bruised and bitten butt cheeks, having been inserted deep into his ant bitten anus.

Jordan Draper was one bully who had certainly met his comeuppance! 

 

To be continued 

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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 Shaman's Revenge (Part 8)

The Shaman's Revenge (Part 8)

Very reluctantly, and with a glum expression on his handsome face, Jordan slunk down the road, heading towards the College infirmary, accompanied by the now casually dressed Ranger, whom Jordan's Dad had irritatingly asked to accompany his son to his medical appointment. Although it was yet another hot day, Jordan wore an extra sweater over his T-Shirt and, instead of shorts he was wearing jeans. He had felt the urgent need to cover his body when in Officer Tartarus's presence , as the way the Ranger looked at him, with that sardonically amused twinkle in his dark eyes made the younger man feel very exposed.

In any event, the ranger had seen more than enough of his body already!

“You and me are gonna' have tons of fun, now I am your neighbour!” said the Ranger, his friendly words somewhat belied by the cruel twist of his lips “just you wait an' see!”

“If you say so!” muttered Jordan, very much doubting that any time spent with this new neighbour would come anywhere close to being “fun”

After what seemed like no time they were in the main hallway leading to the College medical facility and Jordan made one final attempt to avoid the inevitable “Okay ..uh … Sir!” he said “there's no need for you to wait around, In can take it from here..”

“No chance Buddy!” smiled the Ranger “I promised your Daddy I would see you all the way to the doctor, and that is what I an gonna' do!” he pointed to the infirmary door, “after you kid!”

Jodan's shoulder's slumped even more, he knew there was no escaping from what was coming.

Once they entered the main medical room, they saw the Doctor sitting on a chair, apparently reading some notes. he looked up “Ah! Jordan” he said “You are on time for once … and who is this you have brought with you?”

“Officer Caleb Tartarus!” replied the ranger “but you can call me 'Ranger', I am acting guardian, just here to see that young Jordie got here safely”

Jordan cringed, nobody had called him “Jordie” in over a decade, and he hated the name.

“Tartarus?” asked the Doctor “I am sure I have come across that name before … is it of Greek origin?

The Ranger raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn't respond to the question, instead he asked “As I understand it, Jordie needs some injections in his little bottom?”

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The JockPunishers - Episode 1 "Logan and the Chilli Crushers"

The JockBusters - Episode 1

Logan and the Chilli Crushers

Adam Murphy, Darren Galloway and Todd Singer, had first met at their local gym after many years during which all three, being shy and studious boys, with limited skills on the sports field, had been the victims of bullying and hazing by handsome, athletic jocks who had made their lives generally miserable.

This pattern had continued when they became young adults, and by pure coincidence, all three had finally concluded that the best way to deal with the ongoing harassment was to toughen up and fight back, it was for this reason that they had joined the gym.

The trio soon became good friends, and it was not long before they began sharing their experiences, and it was then they discovered how much they had in common, both in terms of what had happened to them, and also a shared desire to exact revenge, not only for themselves, but also for other victims of bullies.

Together they decided that it was time for payback, and that the handsome, arrogant, jocks and athletes who believed their superior strength and good looks gave them the automatic right to torment weaker guys would find themselves on the other side of the punishment, and it would be they who would be getting their cute butts kicked, spanked and generally abused.

And thus the Jock Punishers were born.

The first unfortunate jock to encounter justice at the hands of the Jock Punishers was Logan Fairchild. Logan's family had made a fortune importing hot chillies from the Far East, bought for a pittance from poor farmers and sold at ten times cost price in America.

Despite being a talented swimmer, with a great physique, Logan's grades would never have earned him a place at college, had his family money not eased his path.

Although Logan's athletic good looks made him stand out from the crowd, he also stood out by virtue of the sheer unpleasantness of his character. Things in life had always come easy for Logan, however, instead of being grateful, his good luck had made him arrogant and selfish, features which, together with his innate cruel streak made him the ideal subject for the Jockpunishers' brand of justice.

Logan had often bullied smaller, weaker guys, however, he had also developed a nasty habit of hitting his girlfriends. This was getting more violent each time it happened, and his last girlfriend, Mary Jane Danvers, had ended up in hospital after he got drunk and beat her up.

Of course, as usual, Logan's Daddy's money had saved him from the consequences of his actions. An expensive, smooth talking, lawyer had made any charges go away, and the girl's family had been paid off. So, once again, Logan thought he'd got away with it and that he could carry on being top Jock on campus, as if nothing had happened. The Jockpunishers however, had an entirely different plan for him!

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After a late night swim, Logan was in the locker room shower, he thought he was alone, however, he was wrong.

Intent on cleaning his private parts in advance of an anticipated hot date with a new girlfriend later that evening, Logan did not notice that three shadowy figures had entered the room and were quietly creeping towards him.

It was not until they were standing right behind him they he realised someone was there! He spun round to find three men, all dressed in black, grinning menacingly at him. All three held what appeared to be large Paddle ball pats, with the ball and string removed.

“What the fuck do you perverts want?”! He snapped

“Your Ass!” replied one of the men. As he delivered a resounding SMACK to Logan's bare, wet, butt cheek!

“OWW! Fuck You!” shouted Logan, trying hard to hide how nervous the malevolently grinning men made him feel. “Who are you?”

“We are your worst nightmare Logan!” replied one of the grinning men, “We are going to give you what you deserve!” He lifted the paddle he was holding “and that means you will not be sitting down for a while!”

Like most bullies, Logan was a natural coward, strong and aggressive when dealing with a woman or a lone and weaker male, he reacted with increasingly terrified panic when confronted with three strong men.

“Guys... guys, … I don't know what your beef is, but can we talk about this?”

“No chance!” Came the reply, as the men grabbed him and and pulled him, protesting, to the athletic medical training room next to the showers.

They pushed him face down across a training table and tied his hands and feet together, before securing them to the table.

Logan realised there was no point trying to argue with the three men so he tried calling for help “HELP! … HELP ME!!” he yelled.

Moments later, he was silenced when a sock was pushed into his mouth and held there with a white cotton gag.

Struggling against his binds, Logan's eyes widened with nervous bemusement when one of the men took a plastic bag from his pocket and emptied a small collection of chillies onto one of the training benches. Logan recognised them as Thai Demon Chillies, a particularly hot type of chilli pepper, which his family imported from the Far East.

“All will become clear!” grinned one of the men, noticing Logan's bemused expression.

“We are here to punish you Logan” continued another of the black clad men. “I doubt you have ever been really punished in your life, and you have got away with many things, now its payback time!”

“Comeuppance!” added the third man.

“We are going to ensure that you pay for what you did to people like Mary Jane and all the others you have abused and bullied in the past!”

“And we decided to make it a poetically appropriate punishment. We will punish the part of you which most symbolises your character, and we will use the very things which enabled your family to buy you out of trouble! Continued the first man, as he picked up a chillie.

“We are going to demonstrate an inventive new method of crushing chillies!” he laughed “and we are going to use your pretty ass to do it!”

Then, while the other two men held Logan still the first man reached out his hand and parted the cheeks of Logan's smooth white buttocks, exposing the young jock's tight, pink, and, until then, virgin anus. 

 

He inserted the pointed end of the chilli into the tiny, puckered, orifice, which closed tightly around it, so that the other end of the chilli, with the tip of green stem protruded upwards, poking out, like a periscope, from between the snowy white cheeks.

Due to his fear, Logan's muscles tightened, involuntarily gripping the chilli even tighter, so that it became impossible to shake it free, even if the men had let him try. 

 

The first man in black, then held the bat under Logan's face “What d'ya' thinka' our chilli crushers fella'?” he laughed “d'ya' think they'll catch on?” 

 

“NNNMMMMNNNH!” stammered Logan through his gag, as, the realisation of what the men had planned began to dawn on him.

The men then took up position behind Logan, before each in turn raised their paddles in the air and, one by one, brought them down with a WHACK! On the unlucky jock's tender bare behind, as Logan struggled in a vain attempt to avoid the blows.

At first the resilient chilli remained intact, the whacks from the paddles simply forcing it more deeply into Logan's quivering rectum. Then, as the men continue to aim swats at Logan, bit by bit the chilli began to split and break up, leaking juice and fiery seeds onto Logan's exposed and sensitive skin.

Logan had a very low tolerance of any form of discomfort, and as the bruising whacks from the large hard paddles sent shock waves of pain shooting into his buttocks he was convulsed in agony. However, it soon got worse, as the burning chilli juice and even hotter seeds began to have their effect on the most private and delicate region causing a searing burn, not dissimilar from what he imagined having a red hot poker inserted into him might feel like.

As one chilli was destroyed the men replaced it with another from their small supply, until all had been thoroughly crushed into their unfortunate captive's anus.

By the time they had finished Logan was moaning and weeping through his gag, as tears ran down his face. His butt cheeks and ass hole a searing furnace of pain.

The Jockpunishers were satisfied that this arrogant and cruel young jock had been suitably punished for his crimes, but they had not quite finished with him yet.

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The next morning the students arrived at college to a most unusual spectacle, of Logan's final humiliation as he dangled, bare assed from the college flagpole displaying a sign announcing that he beat up girls, and inviting his fellow students to take a swat at him with a conveniently placed paddle beneath him.

Logan's battered butt cheeks remained red for the rest of the day, but it was almost a week before the burning sensation in his little pink rosebud finally faded. Even so, it took much longer than that for the scalding pain to his ego to subside, only to be lit again from time to time, as the memory of his humiliation took it's place in college folk law and returned to remind him.

The Jockpunishers had brought justice to one deserving jock, but their work was not done, there were many more handsome, spoilt and arrogant young jocks in need of punishment, and the three avengers intended to bring it to them.

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If the JockPunishers prove popular they will return now and then as an occasional series