Ben and Jay were soldiers in His Majesty's Army.
They weren't very good ones. Jay was sort of a mentor to Ben, being older and such, but mostly they were somewhat dim in mind and a little lazy and usually relegated to guard duty.
Guard the dungeons. Guard the horse-drawn carriages transporting nobles to and fro, etc.
Their captain frequently rolled his eyes at their slow-wittedness and tendency to shirk their duties. Hence, they had both been given warnings. Soldiers of the King needed to be on high alert with the various bandits and way-layers lurking in the forests around the capital city and castle. Some ruffian or miscreant was always trying to break into the palace to steal a treasure or kidnap a prince for ransom or what have you.
Today, Ben and Jay were guarding, of all places, the royal stables at the back of the castle. Both of them were in ill-temper due to having to smell manure all day and be smirked at by the stable boys noting their lowly station as soldiers.
The warning combined with their latest assignment, had lit somewhat of a fire in them. They were determined to shape up and be noted for being the capable soldiers that they weren't. They were, for once, on high alert for evil-doers.
So, there they stood, sabers sheathed, in their tunics, hose, and boots, keeping what they thought were owl-like eyes on their surroundings.
That was when the two jesters approached them.
"Hello there, good armsmen! It is we, Butt and Jeff, and we would ever so much love to jape and caper for your amusement, fine fellows!"
"Bugger off, " Jay said crossly to the gaily bodystockinged duo, harlequin colors and bells on their curled slippers and floppy jester caps. They held short wooden scepters with cloth jesters' heads adorning them and were somewhat muscular for your average court fools.
Ben said nothing. He was too busy trying to peek at their snugly packaged codpieces surreptitiously.
"But fine sir, this is our lot in life - to bring tears of joy and laughter to the courageous types who serve our majesty!" "Butt" exclaimed!
Jay bristled. Mostly because he was trying very hard not to peek at the two jesters' snugly packaged codpieces and it was irritating him.
Ben and Jay spent most of their time together, eyeballing each other's hosiery and what was contained within and it was nice to see some new bulges and bums in stretchy, encasing tights to admire.
"Ah very well then," "Jeff" sighed and both jesters turned away.
That was, until, "Butt"'s eyes suddenly widened, seemingly at one of the servant's entrances near the stables!
"Isn't that Robert the Raider?!?!" he bellowed, pointing in alarm.
Ben and Jay, again, easily tricked, both looked over.
And that was when "Butt and Jeff," who were actually Robert the Raider and his best man Will, tackled them into the stables and the piles of hay within.
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If this were a movie, you would cut to Ben and Jay, standing in the stables and smirking down at something. Wait, that's not Ben and Jay - that's Robert the Raider and his best man Will dressed in Ben and Jay's uniforms sans hose.
And if it were a movie, the camera would pan down to the pathetic and humorous sight on the hay-strewn floor of the stable. Ben and Jay. Ben, a muscular young man with a compact body and boyish face and Jay, older, a little more heavy-set with signs that his feasting might have gotten a little out of hand, judging by his fleshy body and chubby cheeks, in a state of dishonor and indignation.
Robert and Will had been stripped them down to their hose, Ben in lavender-colored tights, Jay in deep yellow, and tied up in what you might call ball ties - on their tighted asses, knees drawn up to their chests, thighs lashed to their torsos, wrists tied to their ankles. The ruffians had used whatever was handy - rope, leather reins, horse bandages - to bind them into two ineffectual little balls. Worst off, peeking out of their mouths, was cloth. They had each had their mouths stuffed full of the others undergarments. They looked like chipmunk cheeked fools with the tips of cloth protruding from between their pursed lips.
2It was worse for Ben as Jay's undergarments were much more voluminous than his, so his mouth was packed so very tightly. In actuality, both mouths were packed so full of cloth that they couldn't spit their humiliating gags out despite the absence of anything keeping them there.
All they could do was rock on their hosed asses. Toes wiggling in their tights, indignant gag talk and groaning into their gags, faces red with frustration and humiliation. There were NEVER going to live this down.
"Well, Will, I do say this shall keep these two horses' ends busy!"
"Indeed,Robert! But I do believe one of them bruised my ankle with a kick while we were attending to them! It was the impudent little pup here!"
Will indicated Ben by tousling the young man's hair in a condescending way, as one would a child, making Ben grumble into his gag at the treatment and bounce and wiggle even more so on his tighted bum. They were NEVER going to live this down when they there found. EVER. He just couldn't loosen ANY of the ropes or bindings around his hosed ankles, thighs, or muscular arms. It was so humiliating.
"Well," Robert noted, smirking, "we really should teach this insolent little twerp some manners."
"Mmmmmpphhggrr?" Ben gag-talked, alarmed.
"Right-o! But think of it, he's young and this bag of lard..."
Will used Jay's own boot to lightly kick the side of the older man's hosed rump.
"Mmmppggrrrrhh!!" Jay protested through a mouth stuffed with his young protege's pantaloons and tried to lash out but he was till, alas, tied up in a ball.
"...is the one who molded him," Will continued,
"Shouldn't HE be punished, too?" he asked Robert with a mocking smile.
"MMMPPGGHRRRR!!!" Ben and Jay now "mmoommpphheed" in unison as the Robert took Ben and Will took Jay, ROLLED them up on their backs and then almost on their heads in the soft hay, and began to SPANK their nylon encased asses!
Robert used his firm hands to slap, smack, and spank Ben's vulnerable bubble bum which filled out his tights so admirably. Will, who had a much bigger target, relished the bongo drum like smacking he was giving Jay. Why, it was almost like they were conducting a symphony of humiliating spanks! Slaps on the bums as percussion and MMMMPPHHHSSSSSSS , groans, moans, and gagged protests as the melody!
Ben and Jay, who practically had their own hosed cocks and balls thrust into their faces, enduring the stinging humiliating punishment of their big, protuberant asses with very little stoicism.
MMPPHHGHRRHMMMOOMMPPPPHH!!!
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Cut to:
Robert and Will, having finished spanking their prisoners, were putting the final adjustments to their newly acquired soldier uniforms.
"Now, you men, stay put or its another bum beating for both of you!" Robert teased. Both of the bandits laughed as they sauntered away,
The camera pans over to a pile of hay with two very unusual additions. Two heads, sticking out side by side. Ben and Jay, still gagged with each other's unmentionables, tasting the sweat of each other's nether regions, but somewhat unrecognizable.
You see, Will and Robert, as further punishment for the impudent dullards, stripped them even of their tights! And then cut up said tights to use as additional binding materials on the bumbling duo!
After adding the tights to secure them further, the now nude prisoners, still tied up in ball formations, were placed on the floor and their bodies completely covered in hay. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough to cover them completely. Instead, both Ben and Jay's heads were each stuffed in a leg of one pair of their tights, connecting them to further hinder their mobility and smooshing their faces into unrecognizable masks of humiliation. More tights were added over this, to enforce their gags now and then legs of hosiery were used as blindfolds so the duo could not move, speak or see! The two nyloned knobheads now sat helplessly in a pile of hay, side by side, groaning into their hose hoods and gags.
And even if they did somehow free themselves all they have to wear to seek help and sound the alarm in would be the bandits' discarded jester bodystockings for further humiliation!
"MMMMPPHHGGGOOMMPPHHH!!!"
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