Shaman’s Revenge Part 6”
Jordan gave no further thought to the kitten he had just kicked, and
felt no remorse for what he had done, instead he was far more
occupied in feeling sorry for himself, and cursing his recent streak
of bad luck.
stopped when he was less than a block from the Medical centre where
he was supposed to be seeing the doctor. “Fuck it!” he thought
“I’m not going to let him jab me in the ass again, … that really
fucking hurts!” he shrugged “If I don’t turn up, what can he do?
And if anyone asks, I will just say I forgot!”
turned intending to make his way back in the direction from he had
come, only to find a large, figure in a sweatshirt and tracksuit
pants, standing behind him. “C…Coach!” he stammered.
are you going Jordan?! Asked the coach, “I believe you are supposed
to be seeing the doctor this morning …. for some booster
…I ..er ..I…” replied Jordan, his eyes darting from side to
side, in search of escape, but there was none.
was training the basketball team!” continued the coach, “But
thought I had better check that you hadn’t forgotten!” He smiled
“as your coach, your well being is a matter of importance for me.”
He put his hand on Jordan’s shoulder “Come on, young man, I
understand you may be nervous, but it is for your own good. I will
accompany you to your appointment ….. as moral support!”
opened his mouth to protest and assure the Coach that he didn’t need
support, but no words came, he knew, before he spoke that it would be
pointless to argue. The Coach’s firm grip on his shoulder told him
the older man was determined to accompany him to the clinic.
heart sank, it was clear there would be no way of avoiding those
later, Jordan and Coach Amundsen had reached the waiting room outside
the clinic and they did not have long to wait before the doctor put
his head around the door
Jordan … And good morning Coach Amundsen..” the Doctor greeted
them, without questioning why the Coach was also present “Jordan,
please strip off your clothes in the disrobing cubicle here” he
indicated a door to the side “and then come and join us in the
failed to pick up on the word “us” in the Doctor’s instruction,
but balked at the implied requirement for nudity “All my clothes?”
replied the doctor, his tone clipped and efficient “ALL your
clothes!” he frowned “And be quick about it!, we haven’t got all
as the Doctor tells you Jordan, I will be waiting for you” smiled
Coach Amundsen, his words echoing ominously in Jordan’s brain, with
the subliminal message “You ain’t getting out of this kiddo!”
face set in a pouting sulk, better fitted to a disobedient five year
old than an 18 year old athlete, Jordan walked as slowly as he could
into the small changing cubicle which the doctor had indicated and
moodily began removing his clothes.
naked, Jordan felt very exposed and vulnerable, his every fibre
yearning to put his clothes back on an run out of the building as
fast as he could. It was only the, still very clear, memory of the
Coach’s hard leathery palm which prevented him from doing so.
stark naked and clutching his hands over his dick and balls, Jordan
reluctantly left the sanctuary of the changing cubicle and slowly
made his way to the examination room as instructed. As he did so he
tried to steel himself for what was ahead, but was totally unprepared
for the sight which met him on entering the room. Not only was the
coach and the Doctor, who was now dressed in operating scrubs,
waiting for him but also two students, who he recognised immediately,
both dressed as male nurses.
now much hated, adversary Martin Clifford and also Milton Rumbold, a
skinny, and somewhat nerdish, youth whom Jordan had singled out for
bullying ever since they were both at junior school, were standing
next to the doctor, both trying unsuccessfully to appear serious.
are they doing here?” Jordan demanded, outraged that these two
should see him naked like this.
and Martin here are studying human anatomy prior to going on to
medical school!” replied the Doctor “they are here to observe
Jordan’s voice had become slightly high pitched.
am concerned by the results of your earlier tests!” replied the
Doctor “And I have determined that you require an anal examination
what?!” cried Jordan “No Fuc …. No way!!”
not use that tone when speaking to the Doctor young man!” boomed
the coach “The Doctor knows what’s best!”
think there could be a problem, and that we need to check”,
continued the doctor, reaching for a box of disposable rubber gloves.
“Now climb onto the examination table!”
wailed Jordan “I don’t need my a … anal hole examined!!” he
looked as if he was about to cry “ not in front of …them!” he
pointed to Martin and Milton both of whom were now struggling top
suppress broad grins!
Draper!” shouted coach “Get on that table now, or you will regret
face etched in misery Jordan climbed onto the examination table as
instructed, surely this could not be really happening, this must be a
nightmare from which, any minute, he would awake in a cold sweat.
“Please let me wake up!” he prayed.
this was no dream, it was cold reality, and Jordan was about to have
his most intimate place exposed and examined in front of ….. Oh
Schultz pulled on the tight white rubber glove and stepped towards
the examination tale “Spread your legs and raise your bottom
Jordan!” he ordered, speaking in the same clipped and efficient
tone as he had used earlier.
but knowing that objections were pointless, Jordan did as he was
told. As he dis so, his eyes fell on a large metal tube like object
lying on small set of shelves next to the examination table. He had
no idea what it was, or why it was there, but the very sight of it
sent a chill down his spine.
doctor moved closer and proceeded to prod the edge of Jordan’s
puckering pink anus with the tip of his rubber tipped finger. This
caused a sensation which Jordan had never experienced before, his
reaction was instantaneous and instinctive, jerking forward away from
the invading finger.
still Jordan” ordered the Doctor “You seem unusually sensitive
…… hmmmmmm! What’s this?” he pointed to a slightly swollen and
discoloured section of Jordan’s tiny rectum “You have a bruise on
your anus!” he raised an eyebrow “have you been putting things up
your bottom ….. or letting another boy do so?”
watching boys both giggle audibly at this question.
I HAVE NOT!!” growled Jordan, now in an agony of embarrassment as
he remembered the toy truck in the lily pond “I …I sat on
doctor frowned “I don’t know about this!” he murmured, “That is
a very unusual bruise “It looks as if a hard object has been
inserted into your anus …. take a look at that Coach, don’t you
coach leaned forward to take a closer look. “Well, indeed” he
said “that is bruised ….what have you been doing boy?”
got stuck up there!” moaned Jordan in an agony of embarrassment “it
was an accident”
see …!!” The Doctor did not sound convinced “I need to check
further up the passage!” he said
pleased don’t…” Jordan began to object but before the words had
left his mouth, the doctor’s rubber gloved finger was already
pressing on the tight rim of his rectum, before it began to penetrate
weird sensation caused by such a foreign object as the doctor’s
finger being inserted into him caused Jordan to instinctively tighten
his muscles, with the result that his anal muscles firmly gripped the
Said the doctor “It is very tight! … are you trying to squeeze my
whispered Jordan his face now glowing pink with humiliation recoiling
in horror as he could sense the doctor’s finger pushing further
inside. He could hardly believe that another man was physically
penetrating him and this was being keenly observed by people for whom
he had previously felt nothing but contempt.
could not get more humiliating than this he thought, however, as he
would soon discover, it could get more humiliating …….. and it
was about to!
doctor continued pushing his finger as far as he could up Jordan’s
back passage, feeling around for any abnormality, whilst the young
swimmer’s coil tense anal muscles continued to resist him. “I need
to get a better look” sighed the medic in exasperation “Martin
pass me the probe on that table” With his free hand he pointed to
the large metal object which Jordan had noticed earlier, and had been
right to fear.
a broad grin on his face, Martin obediently picked up the extra large
rectal probe the Doctor had pointed to and handed it to the doctor.
Martin, and the petroleum jelly too please!” Smiled the Doctor
…is that for?” asked Jordan, his voice having developed a quiver.
a medical probe” replied the Doctor, “it will enable us to see
further up your bottom and ensure there are no problems!”
are not putting that fucking thing up my ass!!” yelled Jordan “It’s
fucking huge!” he moved forward, intent on jumping from the table,
only to find the coach’s muscular frame blocking his way.
where you are!” commanded the coach “this is for your your own
good ……. and if I hear you swear again you will be sorry!”
to escape, Jordan looked back over his shoulder , and watched in
increasing terror as Dr Schultz smeared the jelly onto the shaft of
the probe which seemed to get more gigantic the longer he looked at
intent was Jordan on the large metal object, that he failed to notice
the a faint grin pass across the Doctor’s face.
had been correct when he said the device was “fucking huge” for
this was not the standard size probe, he would usually have used, as
that had unaccountably disappeared, so that it had been necessary to
borrow an extra large one from the veterinary school in the next
building. It was Jordan’s ill fate that he would be probed with an
appliance primarily designed for use on a cow or a medium sized pony.
the shaft was fully lubricated it was time to insert it into Jordan’s
small, and unusually tight anal passage. This was not easy, as every
muscle in Jordan’s fit young body strained in protest at such an
unwelcome penetration, and the tiny aperture seemed almost clamped
doctor placed one rubber gloved hand on Jordan’s left butt cheek and
pressed the hard metal tube against the tight, button like opening
between the cheeks. For an instant the image of a shiny silver
battering ram pounding against the firmly shut gates of a fairytale
punk castle flittered through his mind.
one further firm push the shaft was in, and Jordan gave an audible
gasp of shock as it entered.
or this will hurt!” said the doctor gently, however, relaxation was
now well beyond Jordan’s capability, so it was necessary for Schultz
to apply some force in order to push the probe more deeply into
gritted his teeth and kept his eyes tightly shut as the cold meta
cylinder forced it’s way deeper inside him. For most virgins the
first penetration can be painful, and for Jordan this was painful in
so many different ways. It was not just the physical discomfort of a
solid and sturdy item gradually impaling him which hurt but also the
mortifying knowledge that four sets of eyes were right then focused
on his anal deflowering burnt into his fragile ego as if those very
eyes were laser beams.
the doctor has successfully managed to force the first five or six
inches of the extra size probe into Jordan he picked up a small torch
and shone it into the now uncomfortably stretched orifice.
crouching on the table on all fours, Jordan closed his eyes tight and
tried to focus on anything other than the discomfort caused by the
hard metal implement now invading his body, and the devastating
realisation that his private inner sanctum was being illuminated for
all to see.
atomic wedgie and paddling in from of the swimmers and lacrosse team
had been embarrassing and humiliating, but even that had not come
close to the shame and humiliation he was now experiencing.
what, to Jordan, seemed like an age, the doctor spoke “Well, apart
from a little bruising, I can’t see any problem up there! All appears
in order” he said, before adding “Here Martin, or Milton, do you
want to take a look?”
please Doc” replied Martin quickly stepping forward “that will be
…. most informative!”
yelled Jordan looking back over his shoulder at the beaming boys
told you to behave!” snapped the Coach pointing a wagging finger at
Jordan “these boys are merely getting an education!”
took the probe and torch from the doctor, and proceeded to push the
metal tube back into Jordan. “It is very tight!” he said
pushing it back and forth as you insert it” replied the Doctor
helpfully “that should loosen it up!”
did not need telling twice, and within moments he was
enthusiastically pushing the tube back and forth up Jordon’s bottom
in in a firm rhythmical movement. “Yes, that’s better!” he said
as he proceeded to shine the torch into the open end of the probe.
might have been ‘better’ from Martin’s perspective, but it certainly
was not better for Jordan. Not only was the sensation most
uncomfortable, but as the realisation dawned on him that his worst
enemy was literally fucking him with what amounted to a large metal
dildo, the depth of his mortification reached a whole new level.
Could his shame get any worse? …….. just possibly it could.
human body is a complex structure which can react to stimulus
irrespective of what the mind may be thinking. Even totally straight
and homophobic males such as Jordan have inconveniently placed
g-sports, and as Martin manipulated the probe, it was lovingly
stroking one of them.
although Jordan’s mind hated what was being done to him, as the probe
moved back and forward inside Jordan it pressed against nerves
connected to previously unexplored pleasure zones, which in turn
stimulated the body to respond as it would to sexual pleasure.
Jordan’s increasing horror, he realised that he was developing an
involuntary erection. He could not believe what was happening to him,
how this be having such an effect on him?, what if someone saw it?,
they would think he was actually enjoying what was happening, which
he certainly was not. What if ………..??!!
frantically tried to think of something, anything to take his mind
off the sensation and stop what was happening.
it was the doctor who inadvertently saved Jordan from the ultimate
humiliation, whist at the same time introducing a new nightmare, by
his next words.
enough of that!” he said “It’s time for Jordan’s injections!”
the word “injections” a wave of cold dread rushed though Jordan’s
body, washing away any other sensation or emotion and, as if
instantly deflated, his previously swelling penis began to shrink to
a shrivelled size smaller even than it had been before.
what he had just experienced he there was no way he was going to now
put up with being jabbed in the butt. For once ignoring the looming
presence of the Coach, he kicked backwards, his foot landing a
winding blow to Martin’s stomach, causing him to tumbled backwards,
still clutching the metal probe, which had slipped out of Jordan’s
anal passage much more quickly than it had slipped in.
jumped off the examination table and spun round glowering at the
Doctor “Fuck off you sick pervert!!” he snarled “you are not
going to stick those fucking needles into my fucking ass
coach’s reflexes were like lightening, before the last word had left
Jordan’s moth, the older man had grabbed him by the ear and dragged
him struggling and protesting across the room to a chair, placed next
to a row of shelves.
Coach sat down and pulled the naked Jordan face down across his lap
“Refusing to take your shots are you boy?” he asked “We will
see about that!”
Jordan in place with his muscular athletic arms , the Coach nodded
towards Jordan’s upraised bottom “There’s the target Doc” he said
“Now get your needles!”
.. no don’t!” shouted Jordan “It hurts, can’t you give me a pill
instead!!” he struggled in the vain attempt to free himself, but as
he had discovered before, when the Coach gripped a boy, he stayed
so, the coach asked for assistance “Will one of you boys help me
hold him down please.!”
time it was Milton who scuttled forward. Keen to take his turn in
helping to punish his long term nemesis, he placed his hands on
Jordan’s shoulder and pushed downwards, helping Coach Amundsen keep
Jordan in place.
son, I am afraid it has to be an injection!” said the Doctor in
reply to Jordan’s earlier plea. “A pill would not be as effective!”
he picked up the first to two pre-prepared syringes and squirted a
small amount of liquid into the air. Then, as the coach and Milton
held Jordan down, and watched intently by Martin he stepped forward
holding the large syringe in his hand.
gritted his teeth, knowing what was coming, but that didn’t lessen
the fiery sting as the Doctor jabbed the needle hard into the fleshy
centre of his unprotected bottom. “YEEEOWW!” he yelled
one!” said the doctor, withdrawing the needle with a faint grin as
he thought of the impact that single jab would have “Just one
I try Sir?!!” said Martin quickly “it will be very ……
off!!” shouted Jordan attempting to look back over his shoulder but
finding his view blocked by Milton and the Coaches arms, which were
holding him down. “I don’t want that bastard jabbing me!!”
Doctor paused for a moment in contemplation “I don’t see why not!”
he said, totally ignoring Jordan’s protests. “As long as I
supervise you!” He handed the second syringe to Martin “Here you
go!” he said “Now insert the needle here!” he pointed to the
lower part of Jordan’s left butt cheek “It’s easier if you jab it
felt a thrill of excitement run down his spine, as he struggled to
stop his hands shaking whilst simultaneously attempting not to grin
too obviously. He was about to stick Jordan Draper in the ass,
something he had dreamed of doing on so many occasions.
moved closer to Jordan upheld backside, holding the syringe as if
about to throw it like a dart, then following the direction
instructed by the doctor, he too aim, before thrusting the needle
forward into the tender skin at the bottom of Jordan’s butt cheek and
then pressing down with his thumb to inject the solution into the
most sensitive part of Jordan’s bottom.
Jordan let out a yell of pain “YOU’RE DEAD FUCKER!…. I WILL GET
YOU FOR THAT!!”
warned you Jordan!” snapped the coach “Your language has been
disgusting and I have warned you repeatedly what would happen if you
carry on swearing!!”
me for saying so Coach!” interrupted the Doctor “but it seems to
me that the young man is in just the right position for you to deal
with his behavour right now!”
coach looked down at Jordan lying, bottom up, across his knee “Well,
I declare!” he said in a passable Southern accent “It seems to me
you are right!” he raised his hand into the air “I promised you
another spanking Jordan” he said, “and a spanking is just what
you are going to get!”
please no Coach!” wailed Jordan “My butt’s real sore from those
replied Coach Amundsen “I am about to make it hurt a whole lot
more!” with that he brought his large palm down onto Jordan’s
bottom with a loud WHACK!
I am sorry Coach “I didn’t …OWWWW! .. mean it!”
as usual Jordan’s protests fell on deaf ears as the Coach’s palm
continued to pound his well rounded and much punished bottom,
carefully aiming each second or third smack to ensure it landed
exactly where first the Doctor, and them Martin had stabbed their
long needles into the unlucky young swimmer.
he, Milton and the Doctor stood watching the latest phase of Jordan’s
humiliation, Martin grinned to himself. He would long remember this
day, when he had both observed and personally participated in first
anally fucking then Jabbing Jordan Draper, and was now enjoying the
spectacle of watching Jordan receive yet another bare bottom spanking
he watched this incredible scene, something seminal and hardly
developed began to stir in Martins mind, a sixth sense which told him
that Jordan’s streak of bad luck would not be coming to an end any
be continued …….