The Shaman’s Revenge Part 13 (Unlucky for Jordan)

The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 13 (Unlucky for Jordan)
Jordan
was a very unhappy jock, not only had he been abandoned in the middle
of the great American wilderness, facing a walk of over 70 miles to
get home, but he was bare ass naked as well.
If
that was not bad enough in itself, he knew for certain exactly what
would be happening within minutes of Cindy Mae Carpenter reaching the
vicinity of a telephone. She would phone every member of her vast
group of girlfriends to tell them that she had tricked that dumb jock
Jordan Draper into stripping naked, then stolen his clothes and left
him to walk home in his birthday suit.
He
knew Cindy Mae well enough to know how much she would relish boasting
about what she had done, and would make sure everyone knew every
detail. No doubt she would embroider the details, to boost her role
and make him appear even more comical than he already did. He
cringed, at the thought of her yapping voice, trilling with
excitement as he repeated the tale over and over again, and at the
scornful laughter which would greet the message.
Then
the friends, like a sonority from Hell, would tell their friends and
then all the girls in town would tell heir boyfriends, and within 24
hours it would be the talking point of every bar and and locker room
within a fifty mile radius. Everyone would have a good laugh at yet
another total humiliation for the guy who, only weeks before had top
jock on campus and master of all he surveyed.
He
knew that his good looks and sporting prowess, combined with his
arrogant manner meant a lot of people secretly resented him, and he
knew just how much they would enjoy his comeuppance, and telling
others about it. 
 
How
could he ever live this down and face his team mates and buddies, let
alone the local girls. The thought of their mocking laughter echoed
in his head, as he walked disconsolately on through the forest .
An
always in the background of his thoughts another face hovered, this
time a male one, also wearing a scornful and mocking expression.
Jordan had no idea how the ranger was behind what had happened to
him, but, somehow he knew he was.
After
walking for almost an hour his mind consumed by his mournful
thoughts, he realised that he was no longer on the road. He must
have left it without noticing and was now in open countryside. He
quickly spun round and looked behind him, but there was no sign of
the road, and he had no idea where he was.
As
he stood there, a look of horror and fear on his handsome face the
awful truth began to dawn on him, he was lost, naked and many miles
from home.
He
attempted to retrace his steps, but he had been so deep in thought he
had not taken note of his surroundings and, therefore he could not
identify any familiar location which would confirm he had been there
before. The upshot was that within twenty minutes he had completely
lost his bearings and was totally lost in increasingly unfriendly
terrain.
He
eventually reached a clearing in the middle of the forest, and found
himself in what appeared to be an overgrow, and, he incorrectly
assumed, unused, field, at the edge of which was a wire fence.
Jordan
realised that as the fence was self evidently man made, there must be
something beyond the fence, maybe the road, or some form of dwelling
where he could get help, despite how embarrassing that might be. He
therefore, made his way across the field towards the fence.
He
say there was a notice on the fence, but assuming it was an order not
to trespass, he did not bother to read it. He would have to trespass
if he was going to find help.
When
Jordan reached the fence he could see it was almost waist high, and
that was no obstacle for a lithe young athlete such as Jordan, He
could easily get get over such an easy object. 
Raising his body with
one foot on tip toe, he lifted the other leg so that he was
defectively straddling the fence. Unfortunately for Jordan, the
ground beneath the one bare foot which was taking hs whole body
weight was in fact the roof of a ground hog burrow. Hence at the
very point where his tentacles, prostate region and tight, still in
real terms virgin, anus were hovering above the wire. the ground
beneath him gave way.

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As
a result he tumbled and landed heavily on the wire one ball either
side and the puckered lips of his tight anus effectively gripping the
wire. 
 
At
that very instant, it became painfully clear to Jordan that the sign
he had ignored did not say “No Trespassing” but instead it said
Warning Electric Fence”! This fact brought forcibly home
to our careless hero as a bolt of electricity shot straight into the
young swimmer’s most tender and intimate body parts, his butt hole,
balls and the thin ridge of flesh in between the two.
Apart
from the pain it engenders, another unfortunate aspect of an electric
shock can be to cause a brief paralysis rendering the victim
temporarily immobile. In Jordan’s case, he was only frozen to the
spot for a matter of seconds. However, this was just long enough to
allow a second pulse of the fire like current to shoot into the
delicate rosebud pink sphincter muscles still embracing the wire, and
sending Jordan leaping into the air with a shriek of unmitigated
agony.
It
may be true that in an empty forest there is nobody to hear you
scream, but Jordan’s cry was loud enough to send a rookery of crows
in the trees above flying squawking into the air, and a herd of wild
deer in the forest bolted in terror to the deeper thickets.
Now
free of the horrid fence, Jordan stumbled around, bent almost double
and clutching his behind, his mind focused on nothing bit the pain
throbbing in his most private ad sensitive of regions.
Given
that the power with in the fence was designed to discourage farm
animals, but not to actually brand them, it was not enough to cause
scaring burns or a lasting injury. However, as the part of Jordan’s
anatomy which had come into contact with the electric fence was
especially tender, he had suffered a degree of scorching which caused
severe pain and would leave him in a level of embarrassing discomfort
for quite a while.
As
Jordan stood still, holding his posterior and engrossed in the pain
and misery of his situation, he hardly noticed the rumbling sound
behind him, which he assumed was thunder and that his streak of bad
luck was about to result in him being soaked by a storm.

However,
Jordan’s bad luck was in fact considerably worse even than he though.
The rumbling sound was not caused by a gathering thunder storm, but
by the approach of the of the very beast which the electric fence
was there to contain. An angry young bull, which was, at that moment
charging towards Jordan with it’s head down.
By
a pure miracle, Jordan escaped being gored by centimetres, as the
bull’s horns went either side of him, however the granite hard bone
of the animal’s forehead hit Jordan’s bottom with a bruising impact
of a fast moving truck, sending the boy flying high into the air, and
over a nearby hedge.
Stunned
sore and winded, Jordan was launched like a missile launched from a
catapult and flew through the air for some considerable distance.
However,
as they say, what goes up, must eventually come down. There were
mixed blessing’s to the landing pad which nature had provided for
Jordan. 
It was soft enough to cushion his fall, but by no means pain
free, as he landed, bare bottom first into a patch of stinging
nettles.
For
the second time in mere moments, Jordan’s mortified screams echoed
through the forest, followed by a succession of whimpering cries as
the cruel leaves continued to inflict their tiny white, but stinging
and burning blisters, as the unlucky young jock struggled to his
feet.
Other
parts of him had been stung but all the pain seemed to radiate from
his his cute an well rounded. Once pearly white backside, now glowing
pink and reddening with punishment.
As
ever, the old Shaman’s curse, had but one target. Jordan had taunted
the old man with the words “Kiss my ass” and the elderly warlock
continued to do just that! In the space of less than five minutes,
Jordan’s vulnerable bare bottom had been scorched with electricity,
butted by a bull an comprehensively stung by nettles. The handsome
but unlucky young buck did not know it, but the Shaman was only just
warming up.
Hot
tears of pain and distress streaked Jordan’s still beautiful face, as
the one time proud jock stood in the forest, clutching his bottom and
crying like a baby.
It
was he guessed his overwrought imagination, but it seemed as if he
could hear laughter echoing echoing through the trees.
Jordan’s
predicament was getting more complicated by the hour, he may now be
safe from the bull, which was in the other side of the hedge, but it
was also between him and whatever lay beyond the fence. Be it a road
or a ranch, due to the angry snorting he could hear from the other
side of the hedge, there was no way he was brave enough to face it
and find out.
His
best option was to try and find a way through the forest. As he
reluctantly turned back towards the forest he realised that dusk was
starting to fall. His heart sunk even further, and not only at the
prospect of a night in the wilderness, but also as he knew his father
would be home any moment and would discover that Jordan had disobeyed
him and gone out instead of staying home and studying.
Disobedience
compounded by staying out all night meant that Mr Draper’s eldest boy
was in big trouble. As his Dad seemed to have only one answer to any
misbehaviour these days. Jordan was in no doubt that his Dad’s
slipper, a hairbrush or a paddle would be waiting for him and his
already very sore bottom when he got home.
Jordan
spent a long cold night naked in the forest and he got no sleep,
mainly because of the throbbing pain in his rear, but also because
he was keenly aware of movements in the dark woods around him, and
the eery feeling that he was not alone.
At
last it was dawn, and before moving on Jordan took time to bath
himself in a forest stream, finding some sensual relief in the cool
water as it refreshed his body and acted as a balm to his aching
limbs. Although he had no access to a mirror, he was aware to his
amazement that his bottom’s amazing powers of recovery were once
again in evidence. All the bruising and redness had vanished over
night and his cute little tush was again as smooth and white as a
baby’s, just as it had been before the unfortunate incident with the
fence, bull and nettles.
Jordan
could not understand how his bottom could recover from so much
punishment in a few hours, but it was a relief that it did.
Other
matters soon distracted him from the improvement to his bottom, for a
start he was feeling very hungry, and due to his failed to learn
anything in the short period before he was expelled from the Boy
Scouts of America, he had no idea what in the woods was safe to eat.
It
was imperative that he found food and clothes. So he set off in the
direction he hoped would lead to the road.
He
had walked for about two hours, and, as the sun was now quite high in
the sky, he guessed it was now mid morning, but there was still no
sign of the road. Then he spotted an object in the distance, which
he thought might possibly be a house.
As
he got closer he could see that he was correct, it was a building.
In fact there were a small cluster of buildings, which he from what
he could make out was a small ranch house and a couple of barns. A
ranch meant there could be a rancher and maybe a rancher’s wife,
hopefully a kindly country couple, which he might previously have
dismissed as Hillbillies, who might give him food, lend him clothing,
and help him to get home.
It
would be deeply embarrassing and humiliating, to turn up at the
ranch, stark naked and begging for help, but he had no other option.
For
a brief moment Cindy’s Mae’s mocking comment about the film
“Deliverance” echoed in his mind, but he quickly dismissed that.
He hurried on towards the farm, and reassuringly could not hear the
sound of a banjo … at least not yet.
TO
BE CONTINUED

The Shaman’s Revenge Part 12

The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 12
Jordan’s
Wilderness Adventures (Prologue)
Briefly
leaving Crispin Cherrybutt to his Medieval mishaps at the hands of
the demonic monks, we now travel back to the present day and to
Jordan Draper’s Southern US home town where Jordan had just taken a
shower after a working out, and he was lying naked on the bed lithe
and perfectly formed young athlete’s body still damp and glistening.
He was sulking.
Even
though, for the first time in weeks, his bottom had stopped stinging,
he was in little doubt that this happy situation would not continue
for long. Ever since the damn incident with Martin Clifford and his
fairy boyfriend, and more especially since the damn ranger’s arrival
in town, spanking seemed to be the go to option for every adult male
Jordan encountered.
To
make matters worse, he appeared to be going through a very accident
prone phase, resulting in a series of mishaps all of which seemed
to, very literally, leave him with a pain in the backside.
His
Father was away on a business trip, but he was due back the following
day, and Jordan had little doubt the moment he accidentally infringed
some forgotten rule, he would be back over the paternal knee getting
his bare butt toasted! This should not be happening to a guy who was
due to turn 19 in just two months, and he was very tempted to leave
home, except that he would lose his allowance, not to mention his
credit card.
His
handsome good looks notwithstanding, it would not be so easy to pick
up chicks without a credit card.
One
bonus was that he no longer had to visit the Doctor for for those
god-damn injections in the butt. He had no idea what the doctor put
in his fucking needles, but his ass always hurt more after a visit to
the clinic.
It
was also weeks since he had been laid, and the lack of sex was deeply
frustrating and left him with an ache in the balls, which Jacking off
did not relieve.
As
he was gloomily contemplating his misfortune , the phone beside his
bed began to ring, guessing the call would be from his Dad,
announcing his imminent return he picked up the receiver and glumly
grunted “Yeah?”
Hello
handsome, is that you?” 
The
sound of a familiar female voice instantly perked up Jordan, in a
manner similar to a male dog first smelling the scent of a bitch on
heat. He sat up straight and, with considerable effort responded in a
voice which sounded both cool and unconcerned “Uh … Cindy Mae, Hi
Babe … is that you?”
Who
did you think it was, blue eyes? … one of your other girlfriends”
Come
on Babe, you know you are the only one” he drawled casually “Does
this … uh … mean you’ve forgiven me?!”
Course
I have sweet cheeks!” laughed Cindy May “I know what Megan is
like. You are just a red blooded man Handsome and she led you
astray!”
Yeah,
Babe, she made me do it” shrugged Jordan, grinning to himself, he
should have known no girl could resist him for long “And ….uh …
the mouth thing, how is your … um … tooth!”
Oh
that is fine Jordan” Cindy Mae laughed “The dentist put an
implant in, and it looks even better than the original.” she paused
“I know you didn’t mean to hit me.!”
Oh
you know I didn’t Babe … I wound never hurt you!” Jordan quickly
agreed “You just pissed me off, bitching about …. uh …Mary ….
um Megan!”
Cindy
Mae changed the subject “You want to go up to Brown bear lake
tomorrow?”
Why
do you want to go all the way up there?” Jordan was doubtful “It
is a long ride, why not go somewhere closer, like the Movies, or the
park!”
Oh
we can take my car, not your bike!” insisted Cindy Mae “Please
handsome do it for me ….. I will make it worth it!” she giggled
meaningfully
Jordan
was now very interested “Like how?”
Well
maybe I will give you that …’giggle’ .. blow job you keep asking
for!”
WOW!
Really …. do you mean it Babe?!”
Well,
the idea of gong up to the lake seems so romantic, it would be the
right place to do it!”
Jordan
had never been a man to stop when he though he was ahead “and how
about the other … thing?!”
Cindy
Mae was silent your a moment “…. you mean anal?” she asked
“Well, well see, it depends how good you are!”
Oh
I’ll be good Babe!” cooed Jordan “You know I love you!”
After
agreeing a place and time to meet for their trip to the lake, Jordan
hung up. He had a fixed grin on his face, and was feeling
considerably more cheerful
———
Cindy
May arrived in her car at the time and she and Jordan had agreed.
Jordan walked over to the driver’s seat door “Shift over Babe!”
he commanded “I’m the man, I’ll drive!”
Cindy
Mae did as she was ordered and smiled coquettishly”My man!” she
murmured
Jordan
beamed with the innate satisfaction of confirming his manliness and
superiority.
I
love the new hair style Sweetie” Cindy Mae Chirruped “It makes
you look really handsome and preppy!”
Yeah
… like .. wee, I just felt like a change Babe” he muttered
“Quiffs are for Dweebs!” there was no way he was going to tell
Cindy Mae that his Dad had banned him from buying hair gel, because
the damn Ranger has said that “Young bucks who look like hoodlums
are gonna’ behave like Hoodlums!”
———-
Brown
Bear Lake was high in the mountains many miles from town, and the
drive took over two hours, even at the speed at which Jordan drove.
He only received his licence four months before but was proudly
intent of showing his woman the he was in control.
Also,
he wanted to get back before his Dad got home, and found out he
wasn’t studying as he was suppose to. Disobedience tended to lead to
spankings in the Draper household these days. Something else, he had
no intention of telling the chick!
Even
so, he slightly regretted insisting on driving, as it hindered his
ability to grope Cindy Mae. He was now keen to get to their
destination, and thereafter to first base.
When
they finally arrived at the lake, Jordan was pleased to note that
they were completely alone with no prying eyes which might inhibit
what he and Cindy got up to. However, to his annoyance, Cindy no
longer seemed to be in the mood for romance.
When
she removed his eager hand from her breast with a terse “not now!”
he moaned sulkily “Aww Sugar I’m, real horny …. and … um …
I need to show how much I love you!”
Be
patient Jordan Honey!” she grinned “all in good time, but first
lets go skinny dipping!”
Shucks
do we have to?” grumbled Jordan, he usually loved swimming, as it
was something he did well, but right now he was in the mood for
something very different than swimming, a fact which was evidenced by
the stiffening body part pressing against the inner zip of his
jeans.
Please
Handsome!” she cooed fluttering her long lashes “It’s my fantasy
to swim naked with you first, … as an hors d’oeuvre …. before we
make love on the bank after.” she tilted her head girlishly “If
you love me, you’ll indulge my little fantasy, won’t you Sweet
Cheeks!”
The
promise of making love on the bank after was enough to convince
Jordan to go along with the dumb broad’s fantasy, he knew females
often had weird ideas, and sometimes a dude had to play along in
order to get what he wanted. So he quickly began removing his
clothes, while Cindy Mae stood watching him.
Come
on Babe!” he said, noticing she had not begun to disrobe.
You
go first Honey!” she replied “and check it’s not too cold …..
after all you are so much stronger and braver than me, and such a
good swimmer …. er …” she pointed to the boxer shorts he was
still wearing “Those too” she giggled “I said I wanted to go
skinny dipping!”
Okay!”
muttered Jordan reluctantly removing his last vestige of clothing,
and letting the boxers fall round his ankles “But you better make
it worth my while!” he frowned “you’re not fooling with me are
you Sugar?” 
 
OF
course I am not fooling with you Jordan, I promise you will get what
you have been asking for!” she grinned, letting her eyes travel
slowly up and down his naked body “Ohhhh!” she simpered “you’re
so handsome … and such a big boy …” she said looking down at
his still partially erect penis “that huge thing of yours is going
make little old me me a really scream!!” 
 
Nobody
had ever told Jordan he had a large dick before, and the compliment
made him glow with smug delight.
Why
not impress me even more with one of your incredible dives Big Boy!”
said Cindy Mae with a sweet smile “The lake is deep at this point,
so you could safely dive off that high part of the bank over there!”
she giggled again “It would be so hot to watch you! .. that would
sure get me in the mood”
As
a typical jock, Jordan loved showing off his sporting prowess,
especially to such an appreciative audience as hot chick Cindy. So he
did not need asking a second time, and sprinted naked up the bank to
the high point she had indicated. Now totally nude he stood on the
top of the bank and looked back at Cindy Mae, who waved to him
encouragingly “Oh my word!” she cried excitedly “Your butt
looks so hot like that! Now I remember why I call you Sweet Cheeks!” 
 
Suddenly
Jordan’s cute bare bottom, was again the subject of attention, and
that made him feel uncomfortable, especially after recent events.
Although, it was hot for a chick to admire his dick, it seemed weird
to have a woman objectify his bare butt. He quickly attempted to
change the subject.
Now
watch this Sugar Babe! … prepare to be amazed!” he shouted back
to her, as her stepped forward, held his arms in the air, and stood
on tiptoe before launching himself into the air.
Jordan
performed a perfect dive, throwing himself forward in a smooth,
curved, motion out into the deeper water, which he entered with
hardly a splash or ripple, and dived deep in the dark cool water,
committing a series of underwater somersaults as he did so. For the
first time in weeks he felt like his old confident self, refreshed
and invigorated, he was dong what he did best and was able to show
off. On top of that, he was about to get all the pussy he could want
from the hottest piece of ass in the county … and maybe some ass
too!.
His
underwater gymnastics complete he surfaced like a beautiful sea otter
coming up for air, and turned his head towards the bank expecting to
see a highly impressed (and, with any luck aroused) Cindy Mae
standing there applauding him. However, to his surprise she was not
where she had been standing. He glanced around and caught sight of
her running up the beach in the direction of her car, carrying his
clothes which she had apparently scooped up.
What
on earth was she doing, where was she taking his clothes? and why was
she not watching his brilliant dive?
Confused
and increasingly angry Jordan waded ashore and ran after the fleeing
girl. However, Cindy Mae had a good head start, and by the time a
wet and naked Jordan reached the car, both she and his clothes were
inside, and she had locked the doors.
Cindy
Mae then wound down the window just enough to give her a small gap to
shout through. “You really are a dumb jerk Jordan Draper” she
snarled, her voice dripping with mocking contempt “Did you really
think I would let you near me after the way you treated me?” she
laughed, her usually pretty face now ugly and contorted with malice
“Then you are even stupider than I thought! I would rather gargle
with gasoline than put my mouth anywhere near your tiny dick!!” she
curled her lips into a sneer “And as for anal …. Ha! …. Well
now it’s your ass that’s on the line!”
Come
on Sugar, don’t play games … be reasonable!” wailed a now very
unhappy Jordan
I
ain’t playing games Dick for Brains!” replied Cindy Mae with a
smirk! “Enjoy the walk home, it’s only 72 miles!” She grinned
“And I suggest you stay away from the woods, you’ve seen
“Deliverance” haven’t you Handsome ? And you would make a real
cute squealing piggy for a Hill-billy mountain man to play with !”
Fuck
you bitch!” yelled a now very angry and slightly frightened Jordan,
banging his fist on the roof of the car “Let me in or I will break
your fucking neck!”
No
chance Looser!” replied Cindy Mae “You are walking home bare
assed! It’s less than you deserve, but Hey, I’m a nice person!” her
voice turned serious “And you better not come near me, I spoke to
the ranger guy who lives across the street from you, told him how
violent you are! He said, if you lay a finger on me, he’ll make sure
you don’t sit down for a month!”
Jordan
was stunned, he should have known the Ranger was behind this. 
 
Before
he could reply, Cindy Mae turned on the car ignition, and after
blowing him a final sarcastic air kiss. Jordan frantically grabbed
hold of the door handle in a desperate to open the door, but to no
avail. The hottest pussy in town put her foot on the gas, and drove
off speedily down the lane, leaving a horrified, humiliated and
sexually frustrated Jordan staring after her.
As
Jordan watched the car disappear into the distance the fully enormity
of his predicament began to dawn on him. He was alone, naked and
there was 72 miles of wilderness between him and his home.
Jordan’s
Wilderness adventures had just begun, and by the time he got home,
one especially tender part of his anatomy would be very sore indeed. Which was only what he deserved.
The
Shamen’s curse continued to ensure that Jordan got exactly what he
deserved, and he would get it where it would do the most good.

TO BE CONTINUED …