If you read Jake's last episode, I was still at the doctor's office after he set me up for a branding and beating at the blacksmith's shop. Jake had to help me get home. There was no way I could sit in the saddle to ride my horse.
Back at the bunkhouse, I was looking in the mirror at what was going to be a permenant brand mark on my right butt cheeck. Think of when you last burned your finger. This was still on fire, as well as the beating I received. Jake came in the door. I was too weak to even be angry. He led me over to his bunk. He'd made an ice pack and had me lie down and held the ice pack on the branded spot. We didn't speak much. I just fell asleep with him holding it on my bottom.
It took me a while to heal, and then I got my spunky attitude back. How am I going to even the score with Jake? Some of my friends in town heard about what happened to me and were more than willing to help me.
On Saturday afternoons, Jake usually took a canoe, went fishing, and I knew where he went. A nice secluded spot. We took a chance, and yes, there was Jake, lying naked under a shade tree. He must have just finished a swim. We took a minute to gaze at Jake's smooth, muscular body. He was sleeping, so my buddy's grabbed his clothes, and I tapped him. He looks up and says "Marco, what the" and then sees my four friends. "OH NO" Jake realizes he's outnumbered and I must have revenge on my mind.
My friend Butch, brought a lot of rope with him, and Butch is a BIG guy. We tied his wrists around a tree. "Come on Marco, can't we let this go?" Jake begs. I don't think so, at this point.
I go down to the canoe and and grab one of the paddles, and hold it up in the air. "Marco please!" I place the paddle across Jakes muscular, firm round butt. He again begs, and I drop my pants to show him the brand mark that will never go away. "I wish I could give you a matching one, but this will have to do for now."
My buddies re-position Jake, to a bent over position, and I give him a good WHACK with the oar. Jake yells, and after a couple more whacks, his nicely defined ass is bright red. I keep on whacking him, until I see Jake quivering.
Butch brought along a paddle, that his dad used on him. He had it tucked in the front of his jeans. Butch says, "My turn" pulls out the paddle, and whacks Jake to the point where I think we should stop. Jake never cries, but he has a real distressed look on his face.
Next, we bring him up to the bridge on the highway. We tie his wrists behind his back, and then tie a rope, securely, around his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. I find a big rock to tie the other end of the rope to. Jake can't move! "Come on guys" he pleads, as we leave him. We don't really leave, as we are hiding to see what happens.
Many cars go by, and most of them stop, or slow down. Four teenage girls stop, and are really amused at Jake's predicament. He begs them to let him loose, but all they do is pat his already bright red fanny.
More cars go by, but a farmer stops. "Looks like you're in trouble boy." "Yes sir, would you please release me?" Jake replies. "Sure, all in due time." The farmer spanks Jake's already red butt, with his bare hand. Next we see him pull off his belt. Jake is so helpless, he can't move at all! WHACK, comes the belt. "You must'va don somthin to deserive this." More whacks, and poor Jake, if he moves, makes a nasty pull on his tenders.
Finally the farmer quits, and starts groping at Jake's body. We figure that he's had enough, and were going to go rescue him, but the farmer quits, and unties his wrists. Jake quickly unties the ropes around his privates, and runs back down to the lake.
"_s_h_i_t_" Jake says when he can't find any of his clothes. All he can do is paddle back to the ranch and run naked to the bunkhouse.
I'm there, with all his clothes, with a smirk on my face.
Since Jake is bigger than me, I run away, and hope for the best.