Ol' ButtWarmer (Art by Jonathan)

Ol'ButtWarmer

Art by Jonathan colour by BuckcuB

(Thanks to QBuzz for reminding me about this picture)

The Shaman's Revenge Part 20 Chase's Shocking experience

The Shaman's Revenge Part 20

Chase's Shocking experience

The uncomfortable and humiliating experience with the soap had left Chase in a very angry mood, this combined with the fact he had been placed in a cell with three big, strong, long term convicts who's idea or recreation was spanking his butt, was stinging the young would be mugger's pride as much as his bottom, and increasing his bad temper.

To make matters worse there was still no sign of the promised prison uniform. As a result Chase was still stark naked, which, in itself was embarrassing and inevitably made him the butt of the other convicts' cruel sense of humour.

This came to a head when he was making his way back to his cell and a convict blew a loud wolf whistle and mockingly shouted “That's a cute little butt you got there Blondie, I bet your new Daddies just LUV spanking that!”

“F***ing shut up!” snarled Chase spinning round, and punching the mocking con on the jaw, knocking him to the floor.

In his anger, Chase had not noticed two prison guards standing nearby, until they immediately rushed forward and grabbed hold of him.

“That was an act of violence, which is strictly against prison rules!” one boomed

“Tell that to my damn cell mates!” snapped Chase “What they do to me is sure violent!!”

The guard ignored Chase's reply and continued “There is a punishment for cons who act violently!” He said “And that's the electric chair!”

“What the …?!” Chase was stunned and confused “cut the crap!”

“It's not crap Buddy!” replied the second guard, leaning close to Chase's face “You are getting the electric chair!”

“Yeah! Ol' Buttwarmer will teach you to behave!” grinned the fist guard maliciously

“What are you talking about?!” asked an increasing alarmed Chase

“You will see!” laughed the the first guard as the two officers began pulling Chase down the walkway between cells

Chase, couldn't believe what was happening, surely they were not planning to execute him just for hitting someone, especially as con he had hit was already sitting up and rubbing his chin. He had heard the state still permitted the use of the electric chair, but only for murder, after a trial and years of appeals, so how could this be happening?

Were the guards planning to kill him? He was starting to get seriously scared. “Guys … be reasonable .. I only tapped him...!”

“Yeah?” sneered the second guard “like you only tapped your girlfriend?” then the two men continued to drag Chase through the prison. How come they all knew about his fight with that bi**h Sandie Ann?

The guards led Chase down a flight of stairs and down a corridor to a large door, which they unlocked and pushed him in.

In the middle of the room was what appeared to be a metal chair, with a strange object protruding from the seat. This did not resemble any illustrations Chase had seen of execution style electric chairs, but he certainly did not like the look of it.

Before he knew what was happening, the two guards, acting in unison, turned and lifted him off the floor, each with one arm under his shoulders and the other under his knees. They then began carrying him towards the metal chair.

As they approached the chair, Chase realised that what he had thought was an object resting on the chair, was in fact moulded into the seat itself in the same metal and shaped like a large erect male penis.

He could not believe that the men actually expected him to sit on the seat … but they did. To his horror, he realised what that would mean!

Once they reached the chair, the guards began lowering him onto the huge metal dick. Chase protested loudly and attempted to struggle, but they held him firmly and continued to lower him onto the steel erection.

For a moment progress was stalled when the tip of the metal penis pressed against Chase's tight butt hole. However, the guards knew what they were doing and pressed firmly down on Chase's hips, until the tight pucker began to give way and the artificial penis began slowly forcing its way up into him.

Chase gasped and cried out at such a significant penetration, but he could not prevent himself from gradually slipping lower onto the shaft, as bit by bit more of it slid inside him, until he was actually sitting on the seat, with the metal penis up his ass.

The guards then strapped Chase's wrists to the side of the chair with leather straps, so that he was tied to the chair and unable to stand up, or lift himself off the metal penis, which was now uncomfortably embedded into his anus. even though he struggled to free himself, he has held in place.

This was the third and by far the hardest and largest thing to be forced inside him in less than 24 hours, and he did not enjoy the sensation.

However, that was not his only concern. He looked down and saw a small square box attached to the leg of the chair from which a length of wire ran across the floor to the wall. It seemed the chair was connected to the mains.

One of the guards walked over to the wall where there was a control panel, he flipped a switch and and made a slight adjustment to the dial next to it.

“OUCH!” shouted Chase, as a tingling jolt of electric current ran through the seat of the chair beneath his butt cheeks and up the metal penis stuck inside him.

“So Blondie, what do you think of the electric chair?” laughed the guard “That's the lowest setting!”

“Get me off this fucking thing!” shouted Chase

The guard grinned and turned the dial again sending a marginally stronger surge of electricity up through the chair and into Chase.

“AAAGGHHOOO!” yelled “Quit that will ya'!”

“You broke the rules Blondie, and you need to be punished! Another twist of the dial sent a third bolt of electricity surging into Chase's tender nether region 

For the next twenty minutes the guards took turns in tormenting Chase with a series of electric shocks of differing strengths, so that the unlucky convict never knew whether to expect an irritating buzz, a seriously painful electric shock sending a pulse of red hot fire into his butt cheeks and up the metal penis jammed into his anal passage, or some level in between the two. They did so knowing that the uncertain anticipation of what would come next was torture in itself.

None of the electric zaps were powerful enough to prove fatal to a healthy young male or to actually cause injury, but they could certainly cause pain and humiliation, which is what they did to Chase. The guards were really having their fun with the unfortunate young remandee.

A person did not need to be a sadist to work a Smackover Butte facility, but most guards soon became one. There was so much fun to be had.

Meanwhile in the surveillance room, where all the cameras had now been loaded with colour film, a third guard was eagerly recording the scene. He guessed that the footage of Blondie Bubble Butt in the electric chair could be profitable.

He was not wrong, the latest instalment of “Prison Butt Punishment” proved to be the highest selling item at adult video shops across the country.

The tape proved especially popular in Chase's local neighbourhood, where the footage was soon being played and rewound and played again on hundreds of televisions.

Chase didn't know it, but he was becoming a star.

To Be Continued ....

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! 

Loki and Thor, Chastised by Odin – Fantasy Art By Mark

Loki and Thor, Chastised by Odin – Fantasy Art By Mark

Naughty Loki and handsome but arrogant Thor feel Odin's Fire in this fantasy sequence by Mark, specially created for Sore Bottomed Guys

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The Shaman's Revenge Part 13 (Unlucky for Jordan)

The Shaman's Revenge Part 13 (Unlucky for Jordan)

Jordan was a very unhappy jock, not only had he been abandoned in the middle of the great American wilderness, facing a walk of over 70 miles to get home, but he was bare ass naked as well.

If that was not bad enough in itself, he knew for certain exactly what would be happening within minutes of Cindy Mae Carpenter reaching the vicinity of a telephone. She would phone every member of her vast group of girlfriends to tell them that she had tricked that dumb jock Jordan Draper into stripping naked, then stolen his clothes and left him to walk home in his birthday suit.

He knew Cindy Mae well enough to know how much she would relish boasting about what she had done, and would make sure everyone knew every detail. No doubt she would embroider the details, to boost her role and make him appear even more comical than he already did. He cringed, at the thought of her yapping voice, trilling with excitement as he repeated the tale over and over again, and at the scornful laughter which would greet the message.

Then the friends, like a sonority from Hell, would tell their friends and then all the girls in town would tell heir boyfriends, and within 24 hours it would be the talking point of every bar and and locker room within a fifty mile radius. Everyone would have a good laugh at yet another total humiliation for the guy who, only weeks before had top jock on campus and master of all he surveyed.

He knew that his good looks and sporting prowess, combined with his arrogant manner meant a lot of people secretly resented him, and he knew just how much they would enjoy his comeuppance, and telling others about it. 

 

How could he ever live this down and face his team mates and buddies, let alone the local girls. The thought of their mocking laughter echoed in his head, as he walked disconsolately on through the forest .

An always in the background of his thoughts another face hovered, this time a male one, also wearing a scornful and mocking expression. Jordan had no idea how the ranger was behind what had happened to him, but, somehow he knew he was.

After walking for almost an hour his mind consumed by his mournful thoughts, he realised that he was no longer on the road. He must have left it without noticing and was now in open countryside. He quickly spun round and looked behind him, but there was no sign of the road, and he had no idea where he was.

As he stood there, a look of horror and fear on his handsome face the awful truth began to dawn on him, he was lost, naked and many miles from home.

He attempted to retrace his steps, but he had been so deep in thought he had not taken note of his surroundings and, therefore he could not identify any familiar location which would confirm he had been there before. The upshot was that within twenty minutes he had completely lost his bearings and was totally lost in increasingly unfriendly terrain.

He eventually reached a clearing in the middle of the forest, and found himself in what appeared to be an overgrow, and, he incorrectly assumed, unused, field, at the edge of which was a wire fence.

Jordan realised that as the fence was self evidently man made, there must be something beyond the fence, maybe the road, or some form of dwelling where he could get help, despite how embarrassing that might be. He therefore, made his way across the field towards the fence.

He say there was a notice on the fence, but assuming it was an order not to trespass, he did not bother to read it. He would have to trespass if he was going to find help.

When Jordan reached the fence he could see it was almost waist high, and that was no obstacle for a lithe young athlete such as Jordan, He could easily get get over such an easy object. 

Raising his body with one foot on tip toe, he lifted the other leg so that he was defectively straddling the fence. Unfortunately for Jordan, the ground beneath the one bare foot which was taking hs whole body weight was in fact the roof of a ground hog burrow. Hence at the very point where his tentacles, prostate region and tight, still in real terms virgin, anus were hovering above the wire. the ground beneath him gave way.

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Justice for Joel (Part 4)

Justice For Joel – Continues

Joel's bottom burned like fire. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, the relentless sting wouldn't go away, that, and the total humiliation he had been subjected to, was all he could think about. Not only was he very sore, but he was also very angry, how dare Uncle Miles and his gang of inbred hicks treat him like this? They had stripped him naked, and refused to give him back his clothes, they had spanked him, jabbed him in the butt with pitchforks, and then they had stung him with stinging nettles!

As a result, his naturally sensitive rump felt as if it was being attacked by a thousand fire ants, while simultaneously being jabbed with red hot needles. He was, therefore, not a happy boy.

He was in a seriously unwelcome predicament, for one thing he trapped on a farm, in the middle of the Montana hills, hundreds of miles from girls, from the city and all the things he enjoyed, but he was also at risk of court mandated, bare bottom, spankings, mostly inflicted without warning! He felt as if he was living a nightmare, unable to wake up, and he suspected the dream was about to get even worse.

It may please many readers to hear that young Joel's guess was not be far off the mark!. Joel was one of those young men who deserved a permanently sore bottom, and that was exactly what he was going to get!

As dusk began to fall, Joel discovered to his horror that he would have to sleep with the men in the bunkhouse behind the main ranch house. This did not please him, and he had complained to his Uncle, however, Miles had been adamant, if he was going to work on the ranch, he would have to live life a ranch hand.

When Joel protested that the ranch hands were not bare butt naked, Miles informed him tersely, that he would get his pants returned to him, if and when he had earned them. Until then he would have to stay bare assed.

This sent Joel into an irritated sulk, it was embarrassing being naked, especially when he had such a red bottom. He was also unhappy about sharing with the ranch workers. To start with, he was very nervous in the company of the ranch hands, after what they had done to him earlier, but also, as a city boy, he felt naturally superior to country dwelling farm workers and objected to sharing their sleeping quarters.

The ranch hands quickly sensed that Joel's arrogant attitude was still lurking beneath the surface and resolved to bring him down with a bump, preferably hard on his cute little bare bottom.

Braden turned to Ash and Hadley “Back in my sports bag I have just the thing which will light that little dickhead's butt up like a lightning bug!” he whispered.

“Sounds like fun” chuckled Ash “It's red now, but it could do with being even redder!!”

“It needs a little extra …. heat I think!” smiled Braden

“Hey kid!” he barked in a louder voice, “It's almost chow time, come with us, and we'll show you where you will be bunking down tonight!” he took a firm grip of Joel's arm, while Hadley took hold of the other arm, and, followed by the other men, all grinning broadly, they marched a very reluctant Joel towards the brightly lit bunkhouse.

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Supper or “chow” as the men called it did not appeal to Joel, consisting of pork meatloaf and corn biscuits, it was far too “country style” for his (in his view) more sophisticated city based tastes. Also, he found it very uncomfortable trying to sit on the hard bench by the table. After a few mouthfuls he stood up and walked away from the table, aware of the half dozen pairs of amused eyes which were focused on him.

“That ass of yours still looks mighty sore kid!” said Braden, a kindly note in his voice, as he looked at Joel's still bare and still very red bottom.

“Yes, it fucking is!” snapped Joel “after what you fuckers did to it!” quickly turning his back away from the amused eyes of the other men, whilst simultaneously covering his exposed genitals with his hands.

“I can help it feel better!” smiled Braden, “come here, I'll rub some soothing cream into it!”

“You ain't touching my ass!” replied Joel defensively backing away from the men, only to find his way blocked by the bunk beds.

“Don't be a jackass kid!” laughed Ash he only wants to make your little bottom feel better. Both he and Hadley too hold of Joel and pulled him towards the seated Braden, before forcing the struggling youth to sit on Braden's lap.

Bradon, a large and muscular guy, placed one hand beneath Joel's thighs and, with one swift and easy movement, lifted his legs up into the air, with the result that Joel suddenly found himself in an embarrassing and very exposed position, similar to that of a baby about to have it's diaper changed.

“What the ….?” he yelped “put me the fuck down!!!”

“Don't be so dumb kid!” laughed Braden, “we're just gonna' sooth that poor stinging botty of yours!!”

“Here's the 'soothing cream' Man!” said Hadley picking up a tube from the table where Braden had placed it earlier (winking to the other men as he did so. “Hold him steady while I rub it in!” he squeezed the tube, so that a large dollop of the cream landed in the palm of his hand.

Hadly then raised his hand in the air, before taking a swing at Joel so that the cream covered palm of his hand landed with a loud “SMACK!!” across the left cheek of Joel's uplifted bottom.

“OUCH!” yelled Joel “That fucking hurt … you ….!!”

“Calm down Young'un!” snapped Hadley “We are doing this to make you more comfortable ….. otherwise, your butt will sting all night!” he began rubbing the cream firmly into Joel's butt cheeks.

“Make sure you cover the whole area!” laughed Ash “We want to make sure that his whole butt feels the …. uh … benefit of that …. er gentle soothing ointment!”

Joel tried to pull himself free from Braden's grip, but Braden's muscular arms were honed from years of strenuous labour, and with the assistance of another ranch hand, Jareth Hunter, who held his shoulders, the protesting youth was kept firmly in place.

“You are not doing it right!” cried Ash “here let me show you!” he playfully pushed Hadley to one side and firmly grabbed hold of Joel's butt cheeks, pushing them apart, and exposing Joel's puckering anus to the horror of Joel and the delight of the grinning men.

“It needs to go …. everywhere!” he laughed.

Braden, with the help of Hadley, then rolled Joel onto his side, still perched on Braden's knee, this exposed Joel even more and allowed Ash greater access to his most intimate areas.

Ash, of course, took full advantage of Joel's position, and firmly rubbed the cream into every inch, and crevice, of Joel's cute young butt.

It was then that Joel began to become aware of a new sensation spreading across his nether regions, first a feeling of warmth, then heat followed a hot fiery sensation. Rather than soothing the burning in his bottom, whatever, the men were rubbing into him was increasing his discomfort.

“What the fuck is that stuff??!!!” screamed joel “It's burning me! ….AAAAOOWWW!!”

“Don't be stupid Joel!” laughed, Ash, using his thumbs to smear the cream between the unhappy lad's cheeks “it will take away the burn!”

“It's making it worse!” protested Joel, now in significant discomfort, “it's burning my ass!! …. AAAGGH!! it is really burning me!!”

“Let me look at that tube!” murmured Braden with feigned concern, as, grinning brightly, Hadley handed him the now empty tube, which Braden then studied with a frown, while still holding the now yelling and kicking Joel in place.

“Oh heck Buddy!” groaned Braden “That's the wrong cream, it's not the soothing cream, that's embrocation …. see ...” he held out the tube “Capsaicin cream … it's chilli based …..!!”

“My … oh my!” cooed Ash with pretend sympathy “you should never use that on tender areas ….. it'll sting like Hell fire!!”

“Is your butt a stinging a bit kid?” asked Braden in his best effort at a solicitous tone.

“It fucking is!!” screamed Joel “Get it off me!!!! ...AAAAGGGGHH!!!”

Braden loosened his grip on Joel allowing him to leap to his feet and begin jumping up and down, yelling in anger and pain, as the men stood around watching him, struggling to stop themselves from laughing out loud.

“I guess we better give young Joel a bath!” announced Ash “that should wash off that nasty chilli paste!!”

“Yeah! Come on Kid, we'll give you a nice bath!!” shouted Hadley “that will make you feel better!”

Before Joel could reply, the men took hold of him, and hurried him into the next room, where and old hip bath had conveniently been placed in the middle of the room.

Even more conveniently, numerous pans of water were already heating up on on a large, old fashioned stove in the corner of the room, whilst two kettles were already whistling and beginning to steam.

While Braden and Ash held onto Joel, the other men swiftly filled the hip bath with the water from the heated pans and kettles.

“W.... what are you d..doing?” stammered Joel

“Obviously, we're gonna' give you a bath fella'!” replied Ash “We gotta' wash that nasty chilli off your butt!”

“But that's too hot!!” yelled Joel “NO!! that's too damn hot!!”

“Your so dumb kid!” replied Braden struggling to suppress a laugh “It needs to be hot to get the chilli off!”

Joel, of course, was not dumb enough to believe that, a keen athlete while still at school, he had suffered a number of strains and new that when hot water came into contact with embrocation on tender skin it actually intensifies the stinging sensation. At that point increasing the sensation was the very last thing he wanted!!

“No fucking way!!” he shouted, fear sending his voice a few octaves higher than usual. He attempted to pull away from Braden and Ash, but they just gripped him more tightly.

“It's time for your bath Kid!” growled Ash, “C'mon Buddy, let's help him!”

“NO!! ...NO!! … DON'T!!” shouted Joel, as Ash firmly took hold of him under the arms, while Braden grabbed him by the ankles, easily lifting him off the floor.

“Let me down you dickheads!” shouted the struggling Joel!

“We will do!” replied Ash with a grin “We will let you down … into the bath!”

The two men carried the horrified and protesting Joel across the room until they stood on either side of the steaming hip bath, holding the dangling Joel, bare bottom down over the still close to boiling water.

The men began lowering Joel towards the water, while, in an effort to stop them, Joel grabbed hold of the two wooden handles on either side of the batch, in a desperate attempt to push his body, and especially his, still glowing pink bottom upwards.

For a few seconds, Joel's efforts succeeded in stopping his descent towards the hot water, but not for long.

Ash's placed his arms around Joel's chest and gripped him in a tight bear hug “Sorry fella” he growled menacingly, “but you're going down!” then, he lowered himself to his knees and with a sudden jerk of his muscular arms he forced Joel's body down into the steaming water.

Joel let out a scream of pain as the scalding hot water reacted with the chilli based cream, which had earlier been rubbed into his render skin, increasing the burning sensation by some ten fold.

“Is that nice warm water easing your little sore butt?” chuckled Jareth, who had been observing the scene with increasing amusement.

“It is fucking burning me, you fucking ass hole!!” yelled Joel

“It's your tight little ass hole that's getting roasted kid!” laughed Jareth “And you might get something worse than hot water up there if you are not careful!!”

Convulsed with laughter, Braden and Ash released their grip on Joel, allowing him the opportunity to jump to his feel, still standing in the hip bath, but sending hot water splashing onto the floor, and the jeans clad legs of the ranch hands.

Before Joel could jump out of the bath, and escape the hot water which was still burning his bare feel and lower legs, he again found himself in the firm grip of Ash and Braden, who had now dropped the earlier pretence of kindness.

“I think its time this little city boy got another whuppin'” snarled Braden

“Yup!” replied Jareth “An' I got just the thing!” he picked up a long handled wooden bath brush

“Yeah! Let him have it Buddy!” Turning Joel so that he bare bottom was pointed towards Jareth.

“That sure is a tempting target!” laughed Jareth, reaching out and tapping Joel's behind with the brush, before giving it a resounding “WHACK!”

Joel struggled and kicked his legs in an attempt to free himself, but the men held him firmly in place as Jareth aimed a further painful WHACK at his now quite tortured bottom!

“AAAAHHHOOO!” he yelled, as the impact of the hard wood on his sensitive skin sent shockwaves into his flesh.

Joel's bottom was now stinging as if it was under attack from a swarm of angry yellow jacket wasps.

Outside the bunkhouse, Miles peered through a crack in the curtain, a rye smile on his face. He was pleased to see that the men were giving Joel a taste of what the next few months had in store for him. He knew the men could be rough, and he would step in if they went too far. Joel's bottom needed to be kept sore, but not permanently damaged. However, for the time being, Joel was getting exactly what he deserved.

Back inside the men had, to some degree, taken pity on Joel and and dispensed with the bath brush after a mere 10 Whacks. Instead Braden and another of the men, Ivan Cooper, placed Joel across their knees and began what might be called a synchronised spanking. Each man taking turns in smacking Joel's wide spread butt, as he yelled and cussed at them, but was unable to do anything to stop them.

As long as Joel was living on the farm him cute 18 year old butt was theirs to do as they liked with it, and the men were resolved to keep it glowing pink, tender and well spanked at all times.

Two hours later, and the men were preparing for bed. “Hey guys” said Hadley “where is the kid gonna sleep?, there isn't a spare bunk for him!”

“We'll sort one out for him tomorrow, until then he'll have to sleep on the porch!” replied Braden, with a wink

For a brief moment Joel's mind buzzed with thoughts of escape, if he was on the porch, he could wait until the guys were asleep, then steal a truck, and get away from this God forsaken place.

However his hopes of freedom were short lived, as soon as they had escorted him to the porch outside the bunk house, the men tied his hands and feet with a long piece of rope, before throwing the other end over a beam in the porch ceiling.

“What are you doing?” stammered Joel

“We need to make sure the coyotes don't get you boy!” replied Ash, as the men began pulling on the rope, causing Joel to loose his balance and fall, landing on his just punished bottom.

The men kept pulling on the ropes, hoisting Joel up into the air until he was hanging from the beam, by his tied wrists and ankles, with his dangling bare bottom almost brushing against a strange looking metal apparatus, which looked like a neon light.

“You can't leave me like this!!” shouted Joel “Not all night!!”

“Don't worry kid!” laughed Ash, “we'll make sure the bugs don't bit you!!” he turned a switch and the object next to Joel's bottom, began to hum and flicker to life, giving off a bright blue light.

Joel's body jerked with surprise causing him to sway slightly, with the result that his dangling bare bottom touched the thin metal grid surrounding the blue light.

“ZZZAAAPPP!!” a small but painful electric shock, stabbed into his exposed butt cheek, accompanied by a small flash of blue light “Yeeowwch!! yelled Joel, his body jerking again, causing him to sway at the end of the rope, first away from the grid, but then, that very momentum caused him to swing back into contact with the grid resulting in another “ZZAAPP!” and a flash of blue light as a small but stinging electrical current shot into his flesh, this time mere millimetres from his exposed and rosebud like anus, causing him to let out another scream

“What the fuck is that thing?” he yelled

“It kills them 'skeeters Boy” replied Hadley “We get a lotta' darn 'skeeters round here!”

“But don't worry Kid” added Ash “the mozzies won't bite you, not with you hanging right next to the 'Skeeter killer and all!”

“Yeah!” continued Hadley “Any 'skeeter that tries to bite your lil' bare tail will get hit by an electric charge and 'zapo', it'll be 'skeeter history!”

“But be careful not to touch it!” laughed Braden “or you will get a nasty shock!”

Joel did not need telling about the electrical shocks, having just received two painful jabbing shocks in what was currently the most tender and sensitive part of his anatomy from what he now realised was a rather ancient electrical insect killer. An electric insect killer on one's porch is a very useful device in the backwoods of Montana for some parts of the year, but it is not something anyone would want to be hanging next to when bare ass naked, as Joel was.

He decided to try and reason with the men. “Hey guys, this is not funny! Let me down now!” he tried to look down at them, but that just made the rope sway, causing his behind to touch the electrified grating “ZZZAAAPPP!” .. “AAAOWCHH!”

“Sorry kid!” replied Braden “we'll make up a bunk for you tomorrow, but tonight you will have to stay up there!!”

“Goodnight fella'” laughed Hadley “Sleep well!”

To Joel's horror the men then sauntered back into the bunkhouse, leaving him dangling from the roof of the porch, his bottom a hairs breadth from the electric insect killer.

Poor Joel had a long and painful night ahead of him, not only was it very uncomfortable hanging from a rope by his hands and feet, but also, much as he tried to stay perfectly still, this was not possible when one is dangling from a rope, and even the smallest of movements caused the rope to swing sending his bare bottom into contact with the electrified grill surrounding the blue light and jabbing yet another painful electric shock into his already well punished bottom.

The electric shocks may not have been strong enough to cause any serious or lasting burns, but they were still extremely painful especially on such tender skin as that on Joel's bottom.

The long Montana night was punctuated with the zapping sound of electricity on skin, followed by a yell of pain from Joel.

Joel's luck really had really run out, and who knew what life had in store for him next. Whatever it was, it was sure to a pain in the ass!

We may return to the ranch later in the year to see how Joel's summer of spanking progresses.