[NOTE - If you have been reading these chapters, you've figured out these are CARTOON CHARACTERS. It's like on Tom & Jerry when one gets hit with an anvil and hollers and is back to normal in 2 seconds. Don't take any of this too seriously.]
Back at Spank Island, Ricky and Derrick were in awe listening to the tale of how the 3 J's got into Gabe's party favors delivery service. Ricky was still sore from his paddling, but he wriggled in delight at the thought of the petite blond boy having his backside lit up by a giant paddlewheel!
"Woah, dude," Ricky grinned, "that must've been intense."
"Oh, there have been many paybacks in the meantime," Jesse grinned.
"Yeah," Jem nodded, "a few water paddlings under the bridge and we're all buds now. But there's one payback we haven't done yet."
"Gabe," Ricky guessed. "The big kid with the parties and the dungeon."
"He runs the whole show," Jeff nodded. "He's our boss and we get a lot of perks because we're in. So we don't want to lose that."
"But," Ricky understood, "he's had your ass in a dungeon getting your butt kicked by a zillion party kids hopped up on Mountain Dew."
"Mine too," Jem nodded.
"And mine," Jesse added. "But if we want to nail him, we need someone he doesn't recognize to help us get payback."
"Me and Derrick will be happy to help you out," Ricky said patting his cabin mate on the butt.
"We will?" Derrick said nervously. He wasn't sure he wanted to take on a big kid like Gabe.
"You bet!" Ricky emphasized. Not only was he starting to work his way up the ladder to meet people closer to his ultimate goal, he was now going to have these three J's owing him a debt of service. "Let's do it."
That night, supercool Gabe did what only the 3 J's knew he did. After dinner, he always went off to the showers and treated himself to a turkish steam and a quick jerkoff while all the other kids were lining up for dessert in the dining hall. This way he had the showers all to himself.
Just as the young teen started twirling his popsicle stick, the lights went out and the hot water shut off. The icy water and total darkness got Gabe swearing up a storm. He blindly turned off the nozzle and felt for where his towel should have been. Instead, firm hands gripped his wrists and pulled him down to his knees.
"You guys don't know who you're messing with," Gabe growled as he was bent forward on the wet floor, "I'm a top pawn. I'll have your pistachio nuts paddled for a week if you don't let me go right now!"
Now that his eyes were adjusting to the dark, he could make out the outlines of his captors, but he did not recognize them and couldn't clearly see their faces. They pushed him towards the wall and he realized there was a hole that his head was going to go through. Suddenly, he realized what was about to happen and he tried to wrestle himself free. But the floor was slippery, he was wet, and his captors had firm grips and solid boots... one of which nailed him in the nuts and discouraged any further arguments.
Gabe's head went through the hole in the shower wall and as soon as it emerged on the other side, a yoke was slapped around his neck. The perpetrators vanished. Now he was stuck facing out into the back area behind the shower and could not pull his head back in! He knew he was being set up just as he had set up many a doomed derriere in his own dungeon for his endless parties.
While Gabe's head was sticking outside like a mounted deer, inside the shower stood Ricky, Derrick and the three J's looking at the prize that awaited him. They dared not speak, for if Gabe was able to ID any of his tormentors, they would be paying for the next three months. But they already had their plans. It was agreed that Jeff, being the most experienced at receiving Gabe's harsh handiwork, would have the privilege of going first.
Gabe stopped struggling and sighed in resignation. He was going to get it and it was really going to hurt. He was determined to not give them the pleasure of hearing him beg for mercy. He was going to ride it out and then tomorrow get his 3 J's to start questioning the camp kids to pick up rumors. SOMEONE was going to brag about this and Gabe's pawns would pick it up quickly and report back to him.
Speaking of picking up, Gabe felt hands grip his ankles and raise his legs up from the ground, spreading them wide apart. He had seen this "wheelbarrow" punishment before in his dungeon and couldn't help but say aloud "Uh-oh"
The tip of a sneaker gently nudged his nuggets, tapped them a few times, and then pulled back. Gabe closed his eyes in anticipation. He took a deep breath... waiting... waiting....
POWWWWW! The nike nailed Gabe right in the gooseberries. "Ooooooooooo" Gabe let out a soft moan.
POWWWWWW! The sneaker slammed into Gabe's gumdrops a second time. "Ungggggghhhhhhh" was the stripling's response.
Back inside the showerroom, the boys were stifling giggles as they watched their teenage boss's knees try to come together. Jeff held the ankles far apart and lined up his shoe for one more shot.
POWWWWWW! Gabe's grapes took one final pop and Jeff finally released the stripling's legs and watched them pretzel together in pain.
Now Jeff picked up what the five of them had determined would be the proper punisher of choice: rattails.
Back outside, Gabe's face was still grimacing from the painful assault on his acorns. He decided he wasn't going to wait until tomorrow. As soon as he got out, he was going straight to his pawns... stark naked if he had to... and find out who was stupid enough to do this.
He felt his southern region getting adjusted so that the teen was back on his hands and knees, butt sticking up in the air. A stool was placed under his belly so he would stay that way. Gabe figured he was in for the real portion of his punishment, and closed his eyes in anticipation. What he didn't realize was how much it was going to hurt.
CRACK! Holy sheeeeeeeeet what was that? "AAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" a painful point suddenly lit up on Gabe's left cheek and he couldn't help but holler.
CRACK! "YEEEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWW" An equally painful pop to the right cheek burned with intensity.
Gabe's torso was writhing against the constraint. The boy's butt bounced on the stool that kept his buns perfectly positioned for the rattail assault. Now Gabe was going to start getting it from all five boys. Two to each side and Ricky standing right in the middle.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
All five mini-whips laid out bright crimson buttons on the boy's hapless bottom. Gabe howled and yowled with uncontrolled abandon as they all seemed to light up at once.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The pain was unbearable, and Gabe's globes felt like five matches has been taped to his ass and lit at the same time.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Now Gabe's tail was wagging and bouncing, trying in vain to jounce off the stool that kept his tail tilted up for the tattooing that was being doled out by the five rattails.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
WOWWWW! Gabe felt a new level of pain as one rattail snapped right on his crack, nailing him right on the buttring.
The wild response of Gabe's backside to this hit caught his punishers' attention, for the whipping paused and then Gabe felt something that terrified him: Hands spreading his cheeks apart.
"No, no, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaze noooooo," Gabe begged aloud.
CRACK! "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The teen's tender O-Ring lit up in pain
CRACK! "OWOWOWOWOWOWOOOOO" Gabe wished they would go back to nailing him in the nuts.
CRACK! "YAAAAAAWWWWWWOOOOWOWOWOW" His hole was reaching heights of pain that was forcing him to dryhump the wet stool in excruciating agony.
CRACK! "OOOOOOOWAAAAAAAAH" The pain from this stinging assault on his sphincter was forcing the tenderfoot's torso to bounce up and down, slamming his own chickenbasket onto the stool steel surface.
The boys stood back from their handiwork, watching with satisfaction the result of their work with faces that said "Ooooh, that has to really huuuuuuuuuurt!"
They then turned on two showerheads to spray cold water on the burning hot buns and left Gabe to shiver for a few minutes while they went back to the dininghall, helped themselves to dessert, and anonymously spread the rumors that Gabe's ass was free for the taking and this would probably be the only time the bigshot's buns could get paddled by the masses without any consequences. Pretty much the entire camp spent the rest of the night utilizing every device known to kids to keep Gabe's globes properly bouncing up and down on that stool.