Ol' ButtWarmer (Art by Jonathan)

Ol'ButtWarmer

Art by Jonathan colour by BuckcuB

(Thanks to QBuzz for reminding me about this picture)

The Humiliation of Redman Dane

I have received a number of requests to include Female Domination and CFNM in Sore Bottomed Guys. However, I have decided not to do so. My view is that Sore Bottomed Guys is primarily a male on male site. Women may feature from time to time, as with the heroic Cindy Mae in “The Shaman's Revenge”, and obviously in crowd scenes, but the main interaction will continue to be between males. Sorry to disappoint F/M fans

However, for those you do wish to see handsome young men punished by Strict Women, I have created a separate blog entitled “The Humiliation of Redman Dane.”

The Humiliation of Redman Dane is a breeches ripping tale of the misfortunes of an arrogant young gentleman in Edwardian England. This is a partially Fem Dom / CFNM story, created following numerous requests. Therefore, in addition to the usual Sore Bottomed Guys features, the young hero is also humiliated and punished by females.

If this does not appeal to you please do not read further, However, those who do wish to see more please click HERE

WARNING: The Humiliation of Redman Dane features young men being humiliated and punished by females, if you don't wish to see that don't click on the link

 

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 Shaman's Revenge – Part 19: Next Morning

The Shaman's Revenge – Part 19

Next Morning

A mocking voice rang out in the prison shower room “Hey Blondie! You dropped the soap!”

Chase turned round to see three grinning faces all looking at him with malicious sneers, the tallest of the three naked men pointed to a bar of soap, which Chase suspected had been deliberately placed on the floor. He knew for certain he had not dropped it, as the bar he had used was on the edge of the sink next to the showers.

“Aren't ya' gonna' pick it up then Blondie?” continued the tall convict.

Even though it wasn't his soap, for a moment Chase wondered if the best way to avoid trouble might have been to just pick up the soap, however, from the expressions on the men's faces he guessed that was just what his tormentors wanted him to do. He had heard tell that it was dangerous to bend over to pick up the soap in prison showers and decided not to take the risk.

“It ain't my soap!” he replied in as casual manner as he could muster “I didn't drop it!”

“So you're not gonna' pick it up?” sneered a second convict.

“No!” Chase replied defiantly 

 

The tall convict sauntered over to where the bar of soap was lying, he picked it up and held it towards Chase “See, I picked it up for you Blondie!” he grinned “You are an untidy little blondie brat aren't you!” his grin broadened “Are you gonna' put it away now?!”

“I told you Buddy, it ain't my soap!” snapped Chase beginning to get irritated by whatever silly game the other guys were playing

“Hey, guys” laughed the tall con, “Little Blondie Bubble Butt is refusing to put the soap away!”

“Shall we tell his three new Daddies?” laughed a second convict “I expect they will spank his cute little blond butt all night again, if we tell them!”

“They'll spank him anyway!” laughed the first man “They're Spanking Daddies!”

“Screw you!” growled Chase, angered by the reference to his cellmates earlier attack on him.

“Oh my! What a rude little brat Blondie is!” cried the tall convict in mock surprise “I suppose we'll just have to put this here soapy bar away for him, won't we guys?”

“Yeah we'll just have to put it way!” agreed the second con with a snigger

Before Chase could react to what was happening, the two men closest to him had lunged at him, grabbed hold of him, and proceeded to wrestle him to the floor!”

“Let go of me you fucks!” he shouted attempting to fight them off

Sadly for Chase, although he could probably have matched either one of them on their own, this was two against one, and within moments he was face down on the floor, with one of the two men straddling him and pinning him down. The second man, the taller of the two then got between his legs and forced them apart.

“I am just going to tidy the soap away Blondie!” he hissed “I'll tuck it away nice and safe” with that, he parted Chase's butt cheeks with one hand and pushed the bar of soap between them with the other, pushing it against the tiny aperture between.

“My aren't you a tight one!” laughed the convict “Little Blondie here is a virgin!”

“Not for long, I guess” laughed a third convict, who had been watching the scene.

Chase stiffened his muscles in an effort to prevent the unwelcome intrusion, but his assailant responded by increasing his efforts to force the hard carbolic bar into Chase's rigid little anus and inevitably finally succeeded in shoving the soap between the lips of their victim's tiny rectum, and pushing it up inside him with his large probing fingers.

Chase gasped in shock at the uncomfortable alien insertion, so much larger and harder than the doctor's finger had been earlier.

“There you are Bondie, we have packed it away for you!!” sneered the tall convict “and you're nice and clean for your Daddies, if they want to fuck you after they've spanked you!”

“Look guys, he's dropped more soap!” laughed the observer, holding up a second bar of soap.

The tall convict eagerly took the second bar and was about to attempted to insert that into the same orifice into which the first bar had vanished, when a fourth convict appeared at the door to warn that a guard was approaching.

The men jumped to their feet and swiftly threw the second bar of soap into the sink. “It's your Lucky day Blondie!” laughed the tall convict “But next time!” 

 

Then they were gone, leaving Chase on the wet floor, still struggling to grasp what had just happened to him.

As he staggered to his feet, a new emotion surged through him, up until then his primary feelings had been shock and fear, but they were now replaced by anger. Anger that he had been caught and then refused bail, and fury at what had happened to him since he arrived at the prison.

Chase was now a very angry young man intent on revenge. Nobody could do what had been done to him, nobody could humiliate him and get away with it, he thought!

However, unfortunately for Chase, his injured pride and his anger were no match for the Shaman's curse!

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On the other side of town, the Shaman's main target was also just stepping out of the shower.

Jordan could not believe it, once again, he had gone to bed with a battered, and, in this instance badly scorched backside which was so sore, it had kept him awake for hours, before he had fallen into a fitful and nightmare filled sleep. Yet again, in the morning his bottom was back to it's pure, pert white and unmarked perfection.

Although his new “guardian” The ranger, had left him tied up and sitting, bare bottomed, on a red hot boiler for hours, there was no sign of burning or charring to his smooth and tender skin, even in his most intimate areas. Using his hands he spread his but cheeks and looked back at the reflection in the bathroom mirror, and could see his tiny, tight little butt hole, seemingly giving him a shy pink puckering wink, unmarked, unscarred, and still unknown to man.

There could only be one answer, his body clearly had amazing powers of recovery.

Full bottom recovery aside, there were still many pains in the ass in Jordan's life, and, at the moment, the biggest pain was the sneering, country Good ol' Boy, law man whom Jordan's step father had appointed as his baby sitter in his absence. Of all the things now pissing off Jordan, the very idea that he, at 19, needed a baby sitter was beginning to rankle the most. His little bratty brothers might need supervision, however, he did not, he determined to confront the ranger and let him know exactly what he thought of the arrangement. But first he needed to get dressed.

However. When he pulled open the drawer which usually contained his underpants, he found, to his amazement, that it was empty, he checked the next draw and that was empty , and so was the drawer which had previously contained his speedos and swimming gear.

He rushed to the closet, and to his increasing irritation, found that all his jeans, chinos and shorts had vanished, even his two, rarely ever worn, suits now only consisted of a jacket and no pants. There were vests, T-shirts and sweat tops, but, socks aside, there was nothing to wear beneath the waist. Someone had removed all his pants and underwear, and he had a damn good idea who!

Bare bottomed and furious, he hurried back to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, which he wrapped around his waist, before angrily making his way downstairs to have it out with the damn babysitter, and demand the immediate return of his property.

Jordan's new babysitter, Ranger Tartarus appeared to be expecting him, as he was standing in the door way to the living room, a sardonic grin on his face. Although on leave, he was dressed in casual blue denim and appeared to have made himself very much at home.

Jordan marched aggressively down the stairs and up to the grinning figure, and stood in front of him, in an attempt at an alpha male pose, with his legs apart and his fists clenched threateningly. “What have you done with my pants and jeans?!!” he demanded “give them back to me!!”

“I have put them away safely Sport!” replied Tartarus in an amused drawl “You won't be needin' them for a while!”

“What are you talking about?!” yelled Jordan, stepping forward menacingly

“Doctors orders Sonny!” smiled the Ranger “The doc said you have to stay bare butt for the next six weeks, an' I'm here to see to it!” ….. the grin grew broader “It's for your own good!”

Jordan's mouth fell open, with all that had gone on with the injections and being made to sit on the furnace, he'd quite forgotten what Doctor Schultz had said about not wearing pants “He ...he … wasn't serious!” he stammered “he can't have been serious!”

“He was very serious Sport!” the ranger stepped out of the door way and closer to Jordan “And bare bottomed means no towels neither!” then with on lightning quick motion, and before Jordan could stop him, he grabbed hold of the towel, Jordan had wrapped round himself, and whipped it away, leaving Jordan, once again, naked as a new born babe.

“Give that back!” Jordan cried, his voice taking on a hysterical note.

“Stop whinin' Sport!” snapped the Ranger, “It's gonna' be a scorcher so you won't catch cold!” he winked “'sides goin' nakid' is healthier for the skin!”

“ I don't care if it's healthy, I am not a nudist!” complained Jordan

“You are for the next six weeks Kiddo!” laughed the older man “the BOTTOM half at least!!”

“It's not funny!” grumbled Jordan

“That's what you think!” grinned Tartarus “I think its hilarious, in fact I think I'll suggest to the Doc we extend it by another month, right through till fall!”

“FUCK YOU!” snarled Jordan

“Language Junior” scolded the Ranger “We have company!”

“What.....?”

“Yup!, I forgot to say, come through and meet our guests, they want to talk to you!”

“I am not meeting ….. guests … with no pants on!” Jordan growled furiously!

“Oh yes you can Sport!” grinned the Ranger “You are gonna' have to get used to being butt nakid' and now is as good a time as any to start!”

With that, he grabbed hold of Jordan by the ear, and lead him across the hallway to the living room door ….....

TO BE CONTINUED

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The Shaman's Revenge Part 18 (Chase Goes to Prison)

The Shaman's Revenge Part 18

(Chase Goes to Prison)

Chase Colby needed money, and he needed it quickly, not only was he well behind with his rent, and the finance company were now threatening to repossess his car, but, on top of all this his new chick Lulabelle Handcock,was really high maintenance. He had borrowed money from a loan shark, and he was running out of things to sell and buddies prepared to lend him cash, so he could pay the interest.

He was running out of options other than criminal ones, which until now he had avoided. He had no moral objection to robbery, but he was already on probation and getting caught could have unpleasant consequences.

However, being young, foolhardy, and not very bright, Chase soon convinced himself that he wouldn't get caught. All he needed to do was hold up a couple of guys and steal a couple of wallets, and he'd be back on top.

Getting down on his knees, he reached under the bed, and retrieved a brown paper wrapped object which was taped to the bed frame. He had kept the unlicensed revolver there in case he got back into trouble with the mob, but it would now come in useful for what he had planned.

Thus it was, that, later that night Chase was lurking in a dark alleyway behind in if the town's more swanky restaurants, in the hope of mugging a couple of well to do diners, who would likely have a well stuffed bill fold and hopefully a wife with expensive jewellery.

After an hour it began to dawn on Chase that there was a flaw in his plan and that very few rich restaurant patrons would chose to depart via the back door where they could be more easily robbed.

He was about to give up and head home, when the kitchen door opened and a young waiter, who was hoping to grab a quick smoke in his break, came out. A waiter would not provide the rich pickings Chase had been hoping for, but he would take what he could get, and who knows, the waiter might have done well for tips which Chase could relieve him of, and Italian waiters often tended to wear gold chains, crucifixes, rings and watches, which might be worth a few dollars. It would be a more meagre hall than Chase had been hoping for, but it was better than going home empty handed.

He stepped out of the shadows and pressed the gun into the young waiter's back “Hand up Buddy!” he whispered, attempting to sound menacing.

He was about to demand That the unfortunate waiter hand over his tips plus any jewellery, when he suddenly felt a firm hand on his shoulder and a voice boomed out from the shadows “BAD BOY! It looks like you have just breached your parole Young'un!!” 

 

Chase looked back in horror and saw a grinning police officer pointing a gun straight at him.

“I'd say you ass is in one heap o' trouble!!” continued the officer in a slow amused drawl “One big heap o' trouble!”

The following hours were just a confused mess in Chase's terrified mind, the arresting officer, had pushed him into a police car, driven him to the police station, where he was charged, with attempted robbery, possession of an illegal and unlicensed weapon and breach of probation, before being locked overnight in a cold and forbidding cell.

The next morning, he was taken straight to court for a bail hearing and appointed a court attorney, who seemed totally disinterested in assisting him. To make matters even worse, instead of the kindly old judge who had previously approved his probation, this judge was an angry faced old man who he seemed to recognise from somewhere, but couldn't quite recall where.

The judge however, had instantly recognised Chase as the foul mouthed young jerk who had badly scraped his car when carelessly parking next to him a few weeks previously. When the judge had complained, Chase had been unforgivably rude and told him to do something anatomically impossible.

Needless to say Chase had not endeared himself to the individual who now had total power of his short term future, and he would soon lean to regret that.

Frowning grumpily the Judge thumbed through the papers in front of him, before he raised his head and looked at Chase over the rims of his glasses. “The defendant is requesting bail after he has already breached one court order, … an order which in my view was already unduly lenient!!” his lips curled with distaste as he continued “That is not the first time you were let off lightly young man, you have a significant previous record … what do we have here, … DUI ….. Taking and driving away without permission....”

“I just borrowed it judge!” pleased Chase

The Judge continued “you were also violent towards a previous girlfriend I see ...”

“It was her fault Judge ….sir … she split Pina Colada on my suede boots …and she had flirted with ….”

“SILENCE!” boomed the judge “It is quite clear to me that you have demonstrated an appalling lack of respect for the leniency previously granted to you by the courts. You are in dire need of a sharp shock to the system and I would be failing in my duty were I not to deliver it” a cruel smile flicked on his mouth and was then gone “You are remanded in custody and the Special facility at Smackover Butte until you face trial …... and the way the courts are backed up at the moment, you can expect to be there for at least four months … which should give you plenty of time to reflect on your behaviour .... Officer take him away … out of my sight!! 

Chase's mouth fell open, as he stared back at the judge unable to fully take in what he had just heard, .. no bail … at least four months on remand …. in a special facility. This was not the soft touch, liberal, reformist justice system which his good looks and natural charm had accustomed him to.

Chase was about to discover that criminal behaviour had consequences.

Before he could even think of responding to the judge, the firm hand of a Court officer was on his shoulder and another officer had grabbed his arm, and he was lead from the court and out to the prison van waiting to covey remand prisoners to the Special facility at Smackover Butte.

Shortly after his arrival at the remand facility, a grinning guard ordered Chase to strip and shower “Make it a thorough shower buddy!” he snapped “the doc will be examining all crevices and …. uh …. orifices!”

Chase was not sure what a “orifice” was, but he didn't like the sound of it, however, he was bright enough to do as he was told, as the guard was carrying a very nasty looking “night stick” baton.

Once he had showered, the guard led the now naked Chase into a side room, where a a stern faced doctor was waiting for them.

Dr Tushman was a single gentleman of a certain age who lived with his aged mother in a well kept town house in a fading but still gentile part of town. Other than his role as secretary of the Mitzi Gaynor fan association, Tushman had few interests outside of work, and was otherwise totally devoted to his job, caring for the medical welfare of wayward young men. He took great interest in all of the flawed youths who he encountered and had come to know their ways very well. For instance, he was fully aware that that certain new inmates, entering the facility had been known to conceal contraband items in intimate parts of their anatomy.

As the Facilities medical officer, he considered it his responsibility to be extra vigilant in discovering and confiscating concealed items, and invariably went about his duties with considerable enthusiasm.

He turned and peered at new Inmate Colby, and was pleasantly surprised by what he saw. Visually Chase was a most attractive and appealing specimen, which always made the Doctors job more rewarding than might otherwise be the care. “He's a cute one isn't he Doc!” murmured the Guard, giving the medic a knowing grin, which Dr Tushman chose to ignore as he officiously pulled on a pair of white rubber gloves.

“Bend Over!” he snapped

“Uh … what?” stammered Chase “W..Why?”

“I need to carry out an … internal examination!” replied the doctor in a businesslike manner “To determine you are in good health .. and that you are not hiding any contraband!”

“No way!” barked Chase, stepping back as it finally dawned on him what “orifice” meant, and what the doctor was about to do

“BEND!” growled the guard, ominously tapping the heavy baton against the palm of his hand

Chase frowned angrily but reluctantly did as the guard instructed, as the glint in the officer's eye told him that if he didn't let the doctor explore his ass, the large black baton might be inserted there instead.

Chase's muscles stiffened in dread and nervous anticipation as he sensed the doctor approaching him. None of his many girlfriends had ever touched in such an intimate place as the doctor was about to, let alone another dude!

He would have felt even more uncomfortable, had he been able to look back and see the doctor's face as he looked down at Chase's perfect ivory white bottom raised up, as if in supplication, and resembling two smooth firm boiled eggs, parting slightly to reveal a tight pink starfish in between. The doctor's fingers were literally tingling in readiness to get to work on that pink crevice.

Poor Chase, for all his life, his striking good looks and beautiful body had been a bonus he could use to his advantage. In Smackup Butte correctional facility it would prove to be his greatest liability!

As the tip of the doctor's rubber clad finger touched the rim of his anus, Chase lurched forward, as if shocked by electricity.

“Stay Still” commanded the Doctor “what are you trying to hide?”

“I ain't hidin' nuthin'” grumbled “It just felt real odd!”

“You'll get used to it in here!!” mocked the Guard “Now let the Doc do his thing!”

Chase gritted his teeth as the doctor made a second attempt to insert his finger.

“Very tight!” muttered the Doctor “ however, he still could have pushed something up there …. a cigar tube full of narcotics perhaps!” He pushed harder, and finally the finger slid inside Chase, who let out an audible gasp of surprise, as it did so.

Chase had never experienced such a sensation in his life, and he certainly did not find it in the least bit pleasant.

However, unlike Chase, and despite his severe and serious facial expression, the doctor was enjoying himself no end as he moved his finder around inside the young inmate's tight and previously unexplored back passage. He had now become an expert in the young heterosexual male anatomy, he could determine instantly if a patient was a “virgin”, and always felt a pleasant sense of sadistic power knowing that he was the first to deflower a young man. Even if with only his finger.

Dr Tushman was feeling that power right then, and he intended to enjoy it to the full, pushing his ling plump digit back and forth, effectively finger fucking the unhappy young man, before probing deeper, flexing his finger to feel the sides of the tight orifice.

“OWW!” Chase complained “That hurts … there's nothing up there, honestly!”

“Be quiet, I will determine that!” replied the doctor pushing his finger even deeper inside the unlucky young prisoner.

The guard grinned cynically, he was fully aware what the doctor was up to, however, he was gaining pleasure himself from observing the scene and had no plans to intervene. There was something about Chase which made a man want to see him punished and humiliated, and he guessed, correctly as it would turn out, that Chase would have many uncomfortable experiences while in Smackover Butte correctional facility.

Finally it was over, the doctor withdrew his finger and removed his gloves. “That's all in order Officer, the inmate does not have any concealed property, you an take him to his cell. “

Once the guard had taken Chase out of the medical room the doctor sat down at his desk, aware of a strong desire for a post coital cigarette. Chase was a very hot looking stud, and the intimate examination had left the medical man feeling extremely aroused, but frustrated and ready for more. He opened a draw and surveyed the array of medical syringes, and needles of varying lengths. He always insisted that the more handsome of the young inmates in his charge receive regular vitamin shots in their backsides, and he determined to prescribe a double does for Chase Colby!

Meanwhile Chase, the subject of Dr Tushman's sadistic imaginings was being escorted to his towards the cells. The Guard who had dealt with him upon arrivals had handed him over to two other guards, whom, instead of carrying batons, both had leather paddles emblazoned with the words “Attitude Adjuster”. This might have raised some warning flags for the handsome new inmate, had he not been preoccupied by the fact that he was still as naked as a newborn baby.

“Where are my clothes?” he demanded.

“New prisoner uniforms are on order” grunted one of the guards “But there's been some hold up at the dispatch firm, so you will have to stay as you are!”

“But I'm bare ass naked!”

“So you are Buddy!” grinned the second guard looking Chase up and down appreciatively “That's tough, but hey, it's summer, so you won't get cold!”

Expect your new cellmates'll keep you warm enough!” said the first guard mysteriously.

“Cellmates?”

“Yup, you are in a four bed cell, with three other guys!” replied the second guard “You find them …..... interesting, they have a … um …. special interest!!

“And I'm guessin' they'll want to involve you in their …. activities …. you'll be just what they are looking for, if I'm not mistaken!!”

“What do mean?” the alarm was clear in his voice.

“You are about to find out, my friend, here's your cell!”

With that the first guard turned unlocked a cell door, and bodily shoved the naked and now very reluctant Chase through the door, before slamming it shut and locking it after him.

Stunned and uncertain, Chase turned to see that the cell was occupied by three men, two large muscular men with shaven heads, who appeared to be in their early to mid thirties both lounging on bunk beds, and a much older man with long grey hair and a thick bushy grey beard who was seated at a small table beneath the cell window.

“Hey man!” hissed one of the shaven headed men as he sat up “Is it my birthday, it sure is too darn hot for Christmas!!”

“Meet your new cell mates Colby” laughed one of the guards, banging his leather paddle against the cell bars “SF Leather Daddy, Paddle Man and that there is Daddy Obadiah …. and guess what, they are all frustrated Spanking Tops, ain't it just your lucky day?!!!

“Thank you JEEZUZ!!” growled the second bald and muscular man “We done got us a little blond spanking boy to play with!”

“You were allocated this cell by special request of the arresting officer, Ranger Tartarus, he thinks you'll get on really well with these guys!!” laughed the guard

Chase backed up towards the door “Let me out of here!” he pleaded “You can't leave me with these maniacs!”

“Ha! You're outa' luck kid, you made your bed, and now you gotta' lie on it, except I guess from now on you'll be lying on your belly!” Laughed the second guard “Hey guys, young got this cute little blond honey's butt for the next four months, so take your time and enjoy!!”

“Oh yeah!” added the first guard “Just so you know, he beats up on chicks, so whatever, you want to do to him, he deserves it!!”

“It was only one chick and I only hit her once!” stammered the now very unhappy Chase “please put me in another cell!!”

However, the guards were already walking off down the corridor between cells, laughing as they went!

Chase turned round, his back now pressed against the bars of the cell door, and looked back at at his new cellmates. “Look guys, I'm not being funny, I don't care what you guys are into, but I don't want to play your games!!

“You don't get no say in the matter Blondie!” replied Daddy Obadiah gruffly “You been a naughty boy, and you know what happens to naughty boys, they get their bottoms spanked, whether they like it on not! He turned to the man whom the guards had introduced a SFLeather Daddy “Go turn him round so's I can see his butt!”

Seemingly acknowledging Daddy Obadiah seniority, SFLeather Daddy, jumped off the bed, strode up to the now dumbstruck Chase placed his hands on the younger man's shoulders and forcibly spun Chase around “YES!” he cried gleefully “YEEEEESSSS! Now isn't that the cutest little bare bubble butt you ever did see!!”

“That is an answer to an old spanko's prayers!” agreed Daddy Obadiah “I promise you one thing Blondie, us three are going to keep your little fanny so pink they will be able to see the rosy glow from here to Omaha!”

“My name's Chase” as he struggled to think what else to say.

“That was your name!” laughed SFLeather Daddy mockingly “From now on you are Blondie Bubble butt, our little blond spanking boy!” He leaned closer and spoke menacingly as Chase could feel his breath on his cheeks “You are in here because you've been a naughty boy, and you need to be punished, so we are going to whop your little blonde bottom every night and every day you are in here!” he paused “In fact, what better time to start than now!!”

With that, SFLeather Daddy grabbed hold of Chase by the arm and dragged him towards the table.

Chase was a young, fit and relatively athletic male, who could usually account well for himself in a fight against an equal opponent. However, this was not an equal fight, SFLeather Daddy was considerably stronger than him, with muscles of steel, honed to the peak of strength and fitness though many hours in the prison gym and exercise area, hence he quickly overpowered the struggling and protesting younger man.

Paddle man laughed gleefully and a grinning Daddy Obadiah stood up and moved out of the way, as Chase was dragged across the small cell and thrown over Leather Daddy's broad and muscular thigh.

Pushing Chase's legs roughly apart, the first spanking top grinned down at the delightful vision splayed across his knee, and felt a sense of pure white hot lust surging through him “I am going to enjoy this!” he growled “I am going to enjoy this a loy!”

“Leave some for us!” laughed Daddy Obadiah, also aware of a pulsing desire in his elderly but still agile bones.

The old shaman's spell was strong, and stirred the three older convicts deepest fantasies and focused them on the now helpless target, Chase Colby's upturned bare bottom

Wile holding Chase firmly in place with one arm SFLeather Daddy made a wide swinging motion with his free arm, his broad leathery palm connecting with the very centre of Chase's backside with a stinging blow!

“AAOOW!!” yelled Chase “Stop that it hurts!”

The older man's snarled reply send a deep sense of foreboding to the pit of his young victim's stomach “I ain't even started spanking your little blonde butt, so you might as well shut up, and take what you're given!”

With that the desire ridden spanking top let loose a volley of resounding slaps all landing on the same spot in the centre of Chas's bottom, leaving pink and red palm prints in the once snow white skin.

“Lower down guy … hit him lower down!” instructed Daddy Obadiah

“What d' you mean 'lower down'?”

“There … there!” replied the older convict pointing to the lower part of Chas's bottom where the pert and firm curve met his smooth suntan golden thigh “The sit spot, it is where the kid's skin is most tender, and where he'll feel it most... You need to aim around half your smacks, so they hit the sit spot!”

“Butt out!” snapped SPLeather Daddy “I've been spanking boys for years, I know what I'm doing!”

“Well you're not doing it right …. let me show you!”

“Wait your turn old man!” hissed the now angry spanker “I I've got work to do!”

he then proceeded to take out his anger on unlucky Chase's bottom by blitzing it with a series of rapid fire smacks! Meanwhile the handsome but very unlucky young would be mugger struggled helplessly, protesting loudly and increasingly desperately.

By now prisoners in nearby cells had heard the commotion and realised what was happening, so soon the prison was echoing to cheers, catcalls and whistles, adding the humiliation of knowing the whole prison was aware he was being literally spanked to unlucky Chase's ordeal.

Finally, Daddy Obadiah lost patience with the younger top, and exerted his pack authority, by demanding that SFLeather Daddy surrender their new toy to him.

Placing a chair in the centre of the cell, he sat down and pulled poor Chase over his own ample lap.

The old man may not have had his younger companion's strength and speed, but his many years experience in punishing willing, or, as in Chase's case, unwilling submissives had left him with an expertise, which was, in it's own way devastating. Daddy Obadiah knew exactly how to inflict the most discomfort on his hapless victim, and any boy this Daddy had disciplined knew he had been spanked! As expected, many of the old mans blows landed squarely on what he had quaintly called the 'sit spot' which was indeed just as tender and sensitive as he had predicted. A fact re-enforced by Chase's squeals of pain every time he smacked it. 

 

He ordered Paddle Man to pass him a rubber soled slipper. One of the privileges he was allowed in prison due to his age and status.

 

“Now I will show you how it's done!” thundered the old top “and as our new boy is with us for a while, I can repeat these lessons every night.

Paddleman, the younger top of the three obligingly held Chase's legs in place to prevent him kicking or struggling free, he grinned, and licked his lips with anticipation, not unlike a junior member of a pride of lions awaiting its turn at the feast.

Meanwhile , elsewhere in the prison a guard was checking the various TV monitors, which were constantly filming various areas of the prison. He turned a switch and the film from the camera above Chase and the three top's cells flickered onto one of the monitors.

“Hey Buddy” he called to his colleague “You got to see this!”

The other guard crossed the room and looked at the screen “WOW! Who is that, and what are they doing to him?”

“It's that cute blond guy, Chase Colby, who was brought in today!, and they are beating his ass! Those three guys are really into the male spanking fetish, so pretty Boy Chase is gonna end up with a fine sore ass!” he grinned “I hear he beats up his women, so he sure deserves it!!”

“Hey that is so hot!” he paused “Say! Can we put colour film in those cameras?”

“Yup, we use black and white for the sake of cost, but any of the cameras can take colour film!”

“Great, I have some contacts who can help us make a fortune with film like that!” he winked and added with broad gin “I guarantee we can make Chase Colby into a star!!”

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The three men finally stopped playing with their bubble butted new toy at about midnight, but even then his nightmare had only just begun. The next morning when the guards unlocked the cells, Chase rushed to the showers in the hope of easing the sting in his bottom, but he would find no relief there.

The other prisoners had all listened to the previous night's spanking, and knew how sore and tender Chase's red bottom would be, so they thought it was a huge joke to aim stinging swats at it with their towels.

Poor Chase was quickly realising that his time in prison would be very uncomfortable pain in the butt. Of course, he did not know how correct he was, or how hard the Shaman's spell was working to make sure of it.

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TO BE CONTINUED