The Shaman’s Revenge (Part 16)
Jordan and the Credit Card Bill
Still holding Jordan firmly by the ear, Ranger Tartarus dragged the protesting and stark naked 19 year old into the living room, where to Jordan’s embarrassment three figures were waiting for them. Two policemen, and an older gentleman, whom Jordan recognised as their neighbour old Sam Huckerman, someone he had certainly not been hoping to see.
All three man had serious facial expressions, but there was a glint in each of their eyes which made Jordan keenly aware of his nakedness, He quickly clasped his cock and balls in his hands in an effort to at least hide them, although he had a creeping suspicion that, like the ranger, they would have equal, or likely greater, interest in another part of his anatomy altogether!!
It was so “so damn embarrassing being totally naked while being stared at by fully dressed people” he thought, without knowing how much more embarrassing his situation was about to get.
Finally releasing Jordan’s ear, Ranger Tartarus turned to him, with what passed for a serious expression, but with the usual mocking twinkle in his eyes “These Officer’s want to speak to you Jordan …. regarding an … unexpected discovery …. I made earlier!”
WARNING: The Humiliation of Redman Dane is a breeches ripping tale of the misfortunes of an arrogant young gentleman in Edwardian England. This is a partially Fem Dom / CFNM story, created following numerous requests. Therefore, in addition to the usual Sore Bottomed Guys features, the young hero is also humiliated and punished by females.
The Shaman’s Revenge Part 20
Chase’s Shocking experience
The uncomfortable and humiliating experience with the soap had left Chase in a very angry mood, this combined with the fact he had been placed in a cell with three big, strong, long term convicts who’s idea or recreation was spanking his butt, was stinging the young would be mugger’s pride as much as his bottom, and increasing his bad temper.
To make matters worse there was still no sign of the promised prison uniform. As a result Chase was still stark naked, which, in itself was embarrassing and inevitably made him the butt of the other convicts’ cruel sense of humour.
This came to a head when he was making his way back to his cell and a convict blew a loud wolf whistle and mockingly shouted “That’s a cute little butt you got there Blondie, I bet your new Daddies just LUV spanking that!”
“F***ing shut up!” snarled Chase spinning round, and punching the mocking con on the jaw, knocking him to the floor.
In his anger, Chase had not noticed two prison guards standing nearby, until they immediately rushed forward and grabbed hold of him.
“That was an act of violence, which is strictly against prison rules!” one boomed
“Tell that to my damn cell mates!” snapped Chase “What they do to me is sure violent!!”
The guard ignored Chase’s reply and continued “There is a punishment for cons who act violently!” He said “And that’s the electric chair!”
“What the …?!” Chase was stunned and confused “cut the crap!”
“It’s not crap Buddy!” replied the second guard, leaning close to Chase’s face “You are getting the electric chair!”
“Yeah! Ol’ Buttwarmer will teach you to behave!” grinned the fist guard maliciously
“What are you talking about?!” asked an increasing alarmed Chase
“You will see!” laughed the the first guard as the two officers began pulling Chase down the walkway between cells
Chase, couldn’t believe what was happening, surely they were not planning to execute him just for hitting someone, especially as con he had hit was already sitting up and rubbing his chin. He had heard the state still permitted the use of the electric chair, but only for murder, after a trial and years of appeals, so how could this be happening?
Were the guards planning to kill him? He was starting to get seriously scared. “Guys … be reasonable .. I only tapped him…!”
“Yeah?” sneered the second guard “like you only tapped your girlfriend?” then the two men continued to drag Chase through the prison. How come they all knew about his fight with that bi**h Sandie Ann?
The guards led Chase down a flight of stairs and down a corridor to a large door, which they unlocked and pushed him in.
In the middle of the room was what appeared to be a metal chair, with a strange object protruding from the seat. This did not resemble any illustrations Chase had seen of execution style electric chairs, but he certainly did not like the look of it.
Before he knew what was happening, the two guards, acting in unison, turned and lifted him off the floor, each with one arm under his shoulders and the other under his knees. They then began carrying him towards the metal chair.
As they approached the chair, Chase realised that what he had thought was an object resting on the chair, was in fact moulded into the seat itself in the same metal and shaped like a large erect male penis.
The Shaman’s Revenge – Part 19
A mocking voice rang out in the prison shower room “Hey Blondie! You dropped the soap!”
Chase turned round to see three grinning faces all looking at him with malicious sneers, the tallest of the three naked men pointed to a bar of soap, which Chase suspected had been deliberately placed on the floor. He knew for certain he had not dropped it, as the bar he had used was on the edge of the sink next to the showers.
“Aren’t ya’ gonna’ pick it up then Blondie?” continued the tall convict.
Even though it wasn’t his soap, for a moment Chase wondered if the best way to avoid trouble might have been to just pick up the soap, however, from the expressions on the men’s faces he guessed that was just what his tormentors wanted him to do. He had heard tell that it was dangerous to bend over to pick up the soap in prison showers and decided not to take the risk.
“It ain’t my soap!” he replied in as casual manner as he could muster “I didn’t drop it!”
“So you’re not gonna’ pick it up?” sneered a second convict.
“No!” Chase replied defiantly
The tall convict sauntered over to where the bar of soap was lying, he picked it up and held it towards Chase “See, I picked it up for you Blondie!” he grinned “You are an untidy little blondie brat aren’t you!” his grin broadened “Are you gonna’ put it away now?!”
“I told you Buddy, it ain’t my soap!” snapped Chase beginning to get irritated by whatever silly game the other guys were playing
“Hey, guys” laughed the tall con, “Little Blondie Bubble Butt is refusing to put the soap away!”
“Shall we tell his three new Daddies?” laughed a second convict “I expect they will spank his cute little blond butt all night again, if we tell them!”
“They’ll spank him anyway!” laughed the first man “They’re Spanking Daddies!”
“Screw you!” growled Chase, angered by the reference to his cellmates earlier attack on him.
“Oh my! What a rude little brat Blondie is!” cried the tall convict in mock surprise “I suppose we’ll just have to put this here soapy bar away for him, won’t we guys?”
“Yeah we’ll just have to put it way!” agreed the second con with a snigger
Before Chase could react to what was happening, the two men closest to him had lunged at him, grabbed hold of him, and proceeded to wrestle him to the floor!”
“Let go of me you fucks!” he shouted attempting to fight them off
The Shaman’s Revenge Part 18
(Chase Goes to Prison)
Chase Colby needed money, and he needed it quickly, not only was he well behind with his rent, and the finance company were now threatening to repossess his car, but, on top of all this his new chick Lulabelle Handcock,was really high maintenance. He had borrowed money from a loan shark, and he was running out of things to sell and buddies prepared to lend him cash, so he could pay the interest.
He was running out of options other than criminal ones, which until now he had avoided. He had no moral objection to robbery, but he was already on probation and getting caught could have unpleasant consequences.
However, being young, foolhardy, and not very bright, Chase soon convinced himself that he wouldn’t get caught. All he needed to do was hold up a couple of guys and steal a couple of wallets, and he’d be back on top.
Getting down on his knees, he reached under the bed, and retrieved a brown paper wrapped object which was taped to the bed frame. He had kept the unlicensed revolver there in case he got back into trouble with the mob, but it would now come in useful for what he had planned.
Thus it was, that, later that night Chase was lurking in a dark alleyway behind in if the town’s more swanky restaurants, in the hope of mugging a couple of well to do diners, who would likely have a well stuffed bill fold and hopefully a wife with expensive jewellery.
After an hour it began to dawn on Chase that there was a flaw in his plan and that very few rich restaurant patrons would chose to depart via the back door where they could be more easily robbed.
He was about to give up and head home, when the kitchen door opened and a young waiter, who was hoping to grab a quick smoke in his break, came out. A waiter would not provide the rich pickings Chase had been hoping for, but he would take what he could get, and who knows, the waiter might have done well for tips which Chase could relieve him of, and Italian waiters often tended to wear gold chains, crucifixes, rings and watches, which might be worth a few dollars. It would be a more meagre hall than Chase had been hoping for, but it was better than going home empty handed.
He stepped out of the shadows and pressed the gun into the young waiter’s back “Hand up Buddy!” he whispered, attempting to sound menacing.
He was about to demand That the unfortunate waiter hand over his tips plus any jewellery, when he suddenly felt a firm hand on his shoulder and a voice boomed out from the shadows “BAD BOY! It looks like you have just breached your parole Young’un!!”
Chase looked back in horror and saw a grinning police officer pointing a gun straight at him.
“I’d say you ass is in one heap o’ trouble!!” continued the officer in a slow amused drawl “One big heap o’ trouble!”
The Sting of the Jungle
Boy and the Stolen Loincloth
It was a hot and sultry day in the jungle, and boy was feeling bored. It was now many weeks since he had returned from the city, and it seemed very dull to be back in the jungle. He decided to climb up into the higher branches of the trees near to the river, in the hope of spying some maidens from the local village bathing or washing their hair on the river bank. Unfortunately for Boy, there were not village maidens in sight, just a long expanse of empty river bank.
Moodily, Boy peered into the distance in the hope of seeing anything of interest. However, although Boy could not see anything which interested him, another pair of eyes, not far from him, certainly could!!
In the branches above boy, a mischievous young chimp was also looking at something it found interesting, which was Boy’s small leather loincloth. The little primate was a highly intelligent creature and had been listening the last time Tarzan had lectured Boy, and recalled exactly what the older man had threatened to to to the careless blond youth if he lost yet another loincloth.
“That is the forth loincloth Boy have lost in a month!” the angry Jungle man had boomed “if Boy lose another one, Boy get a spanking him not ever forget!!”
As with many of the jungle animals, Boy had not endeared himself to the young chimp, as he had frequently shouted, thrown stones and been generally obnoxious to the the little animal. As such, there was little the little creature enjoyed more than watching his tormentor receiving a good hard spanking from the muscular lord of the jungle.
Moving stealthily, the little monkey crept through the branches towards Boy, who was still staring intently towards the river. Then, with one swift motion, while dangling from a branch it reached out, grabbed hold of Boy’s loincloth and tugged.
Before Boy could react, the little chimp had snatched the loincloth, leaving him stark naked, and was scrambling quickly up through the branched, clutching it’s prize and squawking gleefully.
“Give that back you little …” snarled Boy swinging round and seeing the monkey quickly ascending trough the branches, occasionally looking back and seemingly waving the loincloth at him, as if taunting him.
Boy also remembered Tarzan’s words, and was desperate not to receive another spanking from his mighty guardians leather like hands. He began climbing up the tree after the chimp, determined to retrieve his clothing.
Unlucky for Boy, he was many pounds heavier than the tiny animal, meanwhile the higher he climbed up the tree the thinner were the branches. While frantically attempting to catch the fleeing primate, he carelessly put too much of his weight on a thin and very fragile branch, which snapped beneath his feet.
Temporarily unbalanced he lost his grip of another branch, and suddenly found himself hurtling through the air. Unable to fly, there was only one way that gravity was going to take him, and that was down.
As he tumbled through the air towards what seemed like certain death on the hard ground below, he fell through a cluster of thin whippy branches, which effectively whipped and caned his bare bottom as he crashed through them, yelling in pain “OWW! … OUCH! ….OOOOW!” as he did so.
The Shaman’s Revenge Part 17 (Part 2)
Jordan’s brain was still in a state of stunned shock the following morning. After the ranger had driven him home and he had endured an hour long lecture from his father on his various misdemeanours, followed by a long hot shower to wash away the dirt, grime and stress from his 72 hours in the wilderness, he has fallen into an exhausted sleep. However, it had been a fitful sleep full of scary nightmares of angry insects, huge carrots and doctors, with syringes the size of AK47 rifles, chasing him trough a forest variously booby-trapped with nettle patches and electric fences, all of which contrived to sting and zap his bottom.
And all the time as he ran through the dark forest he could hear the sound of the Ranger’s laughter echoing through the trees.
In his dream Jordan tripped and fell backwards into a thorn bush, landing heavily on his backside amongst the prickly thorns. As he struggled to free himself from the thorns, the ranger’s voice began echoing in his head “Time for your shots Sport” it said “It’s time for your shots!”
Then a large brawny hand was on his shoulder shaking him firmly as the voice above boomed “Wake up Sport, you’re making weird noises, were you dreaming?”
Jordan opened his eyes, and found he was in fact not in a thorn bush, but in his bed, and Ranger Tartarus was leaning over him with a huge grin on his face. In place of the uniform he had been wearing the previous day, the ranger was now dressed as if for a work out, in a muscle vest, which exposed his powerful arms and shoulders, and a small tight pair of shorts.
“W..What are you doing in my room?” shouted Jordan angrily, sitting up in bed “….What are you doing in my house?”
“I’m moving in Sport!” grinned the Ranger “Your Dad had to leave early this morning, he has had to go to Seattle for a couple of weeks on business, at short notice. So he’s asked me to move in and supervise you while he’s away!” his grin broadened “I am in the spare room, right next door to you!!”
“I don’t need supervision!!” cried Jordan angrily
The ranger raised one eyebrow “With your misbehaviour this week, you have proved you need full time supervision Sport!” he said, “an’ I’m going to see you get it! I am owed a lot of vacation time, and I’m going to use it to look after you, it will be lots of fun, just think of me as your new Babysitter!!”
The suggestion that, he, a 19 year old jock, needed a babysitter outraged Jordan almost more than anything else, but before he could say anything, Tartarus pointed to the door “first up, its time for your morning shower, you know what they say ‘a clean body equals a clean mind!”
“I showered last night!” grumbled Jordan, irritated at being ordered around like a little kid.
“Well you need another one!” commanded the Ranger “’specially after those sweaty nightmares you were having!”
Jordan frowned wondering how the ranger knew he had nightmares “Well pass me my bathrobe then!” he muttered, pointing to the robe hanging on the back of the door.
“You don’t need no robe Sport!” laughed Tartarus “Remember what the Doc said about keeping that ‘lil tail ‘o yours exposed!” he grinned broadly “’sides” he said “I seen it all before!!”
Jordan had no option, he jumped out of bed, keeping his hands gripped tightly over he genitals and hurried across the room to get to the shower.
As he walked across the landing he was keenly aware that the ranger’s amused eyes were fixed on him.
In particular, he knew the ranger was looking at his bare butt.