The Shaman’s Revenge – Part 2 (Dr Shultz’s Prescription)

The
Shaman’s Revenge – Part 2
  
Dr
Shultz’s Prescription

(Click here to read part one and here to read the prologue)
Dr
Shultz arrived at the College infirmary ahead of his usual time, he
had a busy week ahead of him with a series of students, mostly from
the athletic teams, visiting him, either for treatment, or more often
with the young athletes, for a medical check up, and he wanted to
ensure he had everything ready for them.
This
was especially true in respect of the first patient that morning, 18
year old Jordan Draper, a member of the college swimming team, and
widely considered to be one of the most handsome and popular jock’s
in the College. Although the doctor noted that Jordan’s popularity
rather depended on whether one belonged to his “in” crowd or not.
Jordan
was due for his bi-annual medical, which all members of the swim team
were required to undergo. He was also the student regarding whom
Coach Amundsen had phoned the doctor the night before.
The
doctor and the coach were like minded men who had, over the years,
developed and understanding and a mutual approach to dealing with
certain problematic male college students. They both believed in
discipline, and that discipline was most effective when it had real
impact.
Consequently,
when he had received the call from Thor Amundsen the doctor had
immediately understood what was required, and knew what he had to do,
therefore, he began his day by making the necessary arrangements.
True
to form, Jordan was late for his appointment. Punctuality in such
matters is an act of consideration, and as Jordan had little if any
consideration for other people, and he invariably kept them waiting.
As the Doctor checked his watch and noted how tardy the young athlete
was he nodded to himself, the coach clearly had just the right
treatment in mind for this young man.
Ten
minutes late for his appointment a nonchalant and somewhat bored
looking Jordan arrived at the infirmary for his medical. The sight of
Jordan caused the doctor to frown with irritation, the students were
no longer required to wear uniforms, other than on formal occasions,
but they were expected to dress smartly. However, Jordan was wearing
a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian T-Shirt, a souvenir from his Easter
vacation, which was not what the Doctor considered suitable attire
for college.
When
requested, Jordan calmly stripped to his jockstrap, as a senior year
athlete he was now well used to the procedure.
The
doctor asked him to step onto the moving treadmill and first walk and
then run on the spot for five minutes at varying speeds. Meanwhile
Dr Schultz stood behind the young athlete watching, the young man’s
well rounded, smooth and hairless white bottom fist swaying gently as
he walked, then bouncing up and down as he ran, framed by the tight
athletic jockstrap. The Doctor smiled to himself, imagining what
plans Coach Amundsen has in store for that wondrous object which was
juggling away in front of him.
After
the treadmill session the doctor checked Jordan’s pulse, heart beat
and blood pressure, as he expected with such a fit young specimen as
Jordan, the results were excellent. However ,the doctor frowned and
shook his head in apparent surprise “It looks as if your vitamin
levels are a bit low young man!” he said “we will have to do
something about that!”
Jordan
as rather nonplussed this was the first time in his young life that
the results of a medical has been anything but perfect. Perhaps all
those late nights in bars pursuing the local girls had been having an
effect on him. “Is that serious Doc?” he asked.
It
could be if we don’t treat it!” replied the Doctor “What you need
is a course of vitamin shots, please lie face down on the table!”
Huh
.. why face down?” asked Jordan
So
that I can give you your shots!” replied the Doctor
You
mean … in my butt? … why not the arm?”
It
needs to be in the bottom, otherwise in will not be effective!”
said the doctor calmly “Now get on the table”
No
way Doc!” replied Jordan disdainfully “You ‘ain’t jabbing my
butt!”
Either
do as you are told, or I will inform the Coach, and he will take you
off the swimming team!”
Jordan
paused, he did not want to be removed from the team, and, after the
incident in the locker room, he certainly did not want to anger Coach
Amundsn. Reluctantly, and with a very glum expression on his handsome
face he climbed onto the table and lay down on his stomach.
Dr
Shultz’s eyebrow raised as he allowed his gaze to travel slowly over
Jordan’s firm young body stretched out before him, like a sumptuous
cannibal banquet. Long muscular legs and torso, a light golden brown
from exposure to the sun, whilst in between the two nestled that
incredible bottom. A much lighter colour, almost snowy white, having
been protected from the tanning rays by tight speedos. Plenty of
exercise and a fine muscle structure meant that it did not flatten as
the body lay flat, but rose like two ivory globes, almost presented
to him as trophies encircled by the white cotton of his jockstrap.
Although,
through the conventions of the time, the doctor was married with
children, whereas, thirty years later hi life might have taken a
different course. For Schultz was highly susceptible to the
attractions of a beautiful youth, and the sight before him was
enticing enough to challenge the sexuality of of the most
heterosexual of men. He tried not to grin, but it was always a bonus
to enjoy one’s work.
On
an impulse he plucked a thermometer from his desk, shook it, and
before Jordan knew what was happening, he had parted the boys butt
cheeks and inserted the ice cold glass tube into the tight pink
button of an anus between, enjoying Jordan’s sudden shocked intake of
breath as he did so.
What’s
that?” asked a clearly displeased Jordan, looking back over his
shoulder.
I’m
taking your temperature, now lie still!”
Does
that have to be ….. there to?!!” grumbled Jordan
The
Doctor stepped back to survey the delightful vision before him, of
the handsome swimmer lying face down on the table with the tip of the
rectal thermometer intruding from between the cheeks of his buttocks.
The
doctor deliberately left the thermometer in place longer than
necessary to take a temperature, as he enjoyed Jordan’s humiliation.
This
was obviously the first time anything had been inserted into Jordan’s
tight, straight little rosebud, and he clearly did not like it. The
Doctor contemplated whether if might be fun to add an anal
examination to the young man’s next visit.
When
he finally removed the thermometer, the reading was normal as he had
expected with such a healthy young athlete , however, the Doctor
tutted as if there was another problem. “Well young man!” he said
ominously, you are definitely in need of these shots!”
He
picked up a small vile of clear liquid and shook it “This will
resolve the problem!” he said “Just so long as you complete the
course!”
Course?”
Jordan did not like the sound of that.
Yes,
you will need to return on Wednesday and again in Friday …. for
booster shots..!” as he spoke he picked up a large are rather old
fashioned looking syringe from a silver coloured metal tray on his
desk.
Jordan’s
eyes widened as he saw the size of the needle “That’s fucking
huge!” he gasped.
Don’t
swear boy!” snapped the doctor “and don’t be a wimp!” as he
spoke he moved towards Jordan holding the unnervingly large syringe.
Jordan’s eyes widened in horror as the doctor approached with the
syringe in his hand, the huge needle seeming to grow larger the
closer it got to him.
The
Doctor used a small swab to rub an area in the right cheek of
Jordan’s bottom, somewhat lower down the gluteus muscle than usual
for an injection, this injection had a specific purpose and was
applied to the area most in need of attention. Then, before Jordan
had time to brace himself, he jabbed the needle hard into the young
athlete’s well rounded butt cheek.
OWW!”
yelled Jordan, “that f … that hurt Doc!”
Don’t
be a girl Draper, it’s only a little prick!”
Jordan
frowned, accusing others of being girlish was a favourite insult of
his, and he did not like getting it back. However, the insult was
quickly forgotten, as to his horror he saw the Doctor pick up a
second syringe which he then filled front the same vial of
translucent liquid.
Not
another!” he gulped
You
need one in each buttocks” smiled the doctor “so the vitamins are
equally distributed you see!” he continued, correctly guessing that
Jordan’s limited grasp of science would not lead him to challenge his
assertion. 
 
The
Doctor then proceeded to repeat the process of applying an alcohol
swab, followed by a sharp needle jab, this time in Jordan’s left butt
cheek. 
 
Although
on this on this occasion Jordan did brace himself and grit his teeth
seconds before the injection, that did not lessen sting of the
painful jab as the large needle penetrated his sensitive flesh for a
second time.
Again
the doctor targeted the most tender and sensitive area in the lower
part of Jordan’s butt cheek.
YeeeOWCH!”
he hissed through gritted teeth.
The
Doctor placed the syringe, next to the previous one, on the silver
tray. “Okay, you can get dressed now Draper!” he turned and
looked sternly at Jordan “And make sure you are here again at the
same time on Wednesday for the next dose!”
NO!!
NO MORE FUCKING INJECTIONS??!” Spluttered Jordan “They hurt!
FUCK OFF!!”
WHAT
DID YOY SAY BOY!!” Snapped the Doctor “I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO
LIKE THAT!”
Before
Jordan knew what was happening, the Doctor had grabbed him by the
ear, and pulled him across the room before pulling the stunned young
jock over his knee.
I
will teach you to speak not to speak to your elders like that!”
snarled the genuinely angry Doctor “How dare you use profanity!”
Although
initially caught off guard, Jordan quickly realised what the Doctor
was planning to do. He might have been spanked by Coach Amundsen,
but there was no way he was going to let the Doctor do the same.
Using
the superior strength of the young athlete he was, he easily pushed
the doctor’s hands away and jumped to his feet. “Fuck off Doc! You
ain’t spanking my butt!” he snapped.
In
that case, I shall inform Coach that you disobeyed me and refused to
take discipline!” replied the Doctor sternly.
Jordan
paused as the implications of the doctor’s threat sunk in. The look
on the doctor’s face told him the man was totally serious and that he
would immediately phone the coach, if Jordan disobeyed him.
There
was no doubt what the coach would do, if the doc told him that Jordan
had refused a spanking, Coach would spank him himself, and after the
events in the locker room, he did not wish to repeat that experience.
If he was going to have to take another spanking, he figured the
Doctor could not possibly smack as hard as the Coach could. So
reluctantly and with his characteristic sulky expression he stepped
forward and lay back down across the Doctor’s lap.
With
that the Doctor proceeded to to deliver a dozen hard Smacks to the
young swimmer’s upturned, and just injected bare bottom!”
Jordan
might have correctly judged that the Doctor would not spank as hard
as the coach, but the spanking still hurt, a lot, especially as the
Doctor was careful to aim the smacks where he had jabbed his needles
only moments before.
OWW!”
Yelled Jordan “I am sorry Doc, I didn’t mean it!
Instilling
discipline was not usually part of the doctor’s duty but there was
something about Jordan’s arrogant and belligerent attitude which made
spanking his behind a pleasure, and and, of course, Jordan had an
awesome ass! Therefore Doctor Shultz spanked it with relish.
His
only regret was that Jordan’s shots had not yet had time to take full
effect, so the spanking would have less effect than it would in an
hour or so. Coach, he guessed would get the benefit of delivering
that spanking.
The
spanking complete, Doctor Shultz then pushed Jordan off his knee, and
pointed his finger at him. “I will accept your apology, but I will
expect to see you back here on Wednesday … ON TIME … for your
next dose of shots!”
Jordan
grimaced as he rubbed his sore, spanked and jabbed bottom “Not
sure I can make it Doc!” He muttered.
You
had better make it Boy, or I will tell Coach to take you off the
team!” snapped Dr Shultz
Fuck!
… Damn!” Thought Jordan, his face now resembling that of a sulky
six year old. He could see the doctor was dead serious, it seemed
that to keep his prestigious place on the swim team he would have to
put up with further injections, despite how much they hurt.
Dr
Schultz allowed himself the merest hint of a grin as a very moody
looking Jordan Draper swiftly got dressed and stomped towards his
office door. “See you on Wednesday Draper!” said the doctor, to
which Jordan responded with a grunt before slamming the door behind
him.
Picking
up his phone, the Doctor dialled a number. “Good morning Coach!
It’s Brian Schultz” he said “Yep I skewered him good …. that’s
right in both cheeks, and with the biggest needles I have!”
He
picked up the glass vial and studies the remaining liquid “It’s an
effective little potion!” he grinned “A totally harmless
stimulant, which was initially used for the treatment of people, who
had lost sensation as the result of a stroke or nerve damage!”
It’s
use has been largely discontinued because it is just a bit TOO
effective and actually exaggerates sensation, …. especially
unpleasant ones!
unpleasant
sensations, like a spanking you mean?” replied the Coach from the
other end of the phone line.
Exactly!”
said the Doctor “He will certainly Feel a spanking …..! … How
long will it last?” … he shrugged “It depends, usually the
effect wears off after 36 to 48 hours!” He smiled broadly “However,
he has been ordered to come back for booster shots on Wednesday and
again on Friday! So my guess is that young Jordan will be sleeping
face down for the rest of the week!”
He
put the vial back in to a box containing further similar vials “It
should start to take effect in about half an hour, So you can be
confident that any ….er… discipline you feel appropriate will
have a significant …. impact where it will have the most effect!”
He paused
Oh
yes,” he added “I regret that I had to discipline the boy myself,
for using filthy language …. yes a spanking … he will feel that
for a while!”
That
is perfectly in order” replied the coach from the other end of the
phone, “That young hoodlum needs a lot of discipline and we will
make sure he gets it …. and feels it!! …. thanks for your help!”
You
are welcome, Coach, any time …. it’s my pleasure to be of
assistance!” replied the Doctor, truthfully, before he replaced
the phone and sat down, a look of satisfaction on his handsome face
“Young Master Draper will not be sitting comfortably for the next
week, that’s for sure!” he though. “and it is no more than he
deserves!”
The
Doctor paused and frowned, for a moment he thought he had heard the
sound an old man laughing. He shook his head and decided he must
have imagined it.
To
Be Continued ….

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