The Shaman’s Revenge Part 17 (Part 1)

The Shaman’s Revenge Part 17 (Part 1)

Jordan jumped quickly into the car and slammed the door behind him, and to his relief, successful preventing any of the angry wasps from following him inside the vehicle.

As soon as his naked passenger was safely inside the Ranger put his foot on the gas and the car sped off down the road, until they were safely our of range of the pursuing swarm.

Where have you been sport?” the ranger shouted over the roar of the engine “Your Dad has been frantic with worry …. he’s not a happy man!”

Jordan, struggled to explain how he had come to be in this predicament, he considered explaining about Cindy-Mae abandoning him naked, but something told him the Ranger would find that funny, which would make it all the more embarrassing, so he just shrugged and said “guess I got lost!”

Once he has slowed down, the ranger glanced over at Jordan, who was perched in an awkward position, with the palms of his hands pressed down against the seat with his bottom raised, keeping it was hovering just above the plastic surface of the seat. “Sit properly Sport” he ordered gruffly.

I can’t” mumbled Jordan miserably

What do you mean, you ‘can’t’?”

Because I just can’t!” growled Jordan moodily

Why not?”

….burnt asshole!” muttered Jordan

What?”

I burnt my asshole, okay!!” was Jordan’s snapped reply “I slipped and sat on an electric fence …. then this Hillbilly retard stuck a carrot up there …. a real big carrot!”

A Carrot?” the ranger struggled not to laugh “Why did he do that?”

Dunno … guess he was a pervert or something, then his brother stuffed nettles and poison oak up ….”

huh? Why ….?”

‘cos he said I was a chicken!”

WOW! That’s bad sport!” replied the ranger giving a passing, if heavily faked, impression of compassion “You had a bad day!”

And just now ..” wailed Jordan “A Godamn hornet stung me …… on the butt hole!” he gave the ranger a pitiful look, and it hurts like hell!!

Now that is bad news fella’ “ replied the Ranger “You might have serious damage ….. down there!” he said “I better take you straight to see the Doc!”

Jordan instantly recoiled at the word “Doc” he had no wish to go anywhere near Dr Schultz and his damn needles “N..no I’m okay … honest!”

Don’t be dumb Jordan, the Doc needs to check you over, just in case. After all a singed, stretched and double stung anus isn’t anything to laugh at!”

Do you see me laughing?” snapped Jordan

Don’t be impudent kid!” barked the ranger “Or you’ll go over my knee despite your barbecued butt button!”

Jordan flinched visibly at the the ranger’s tone “S..Sorry Sir!” he stammered “I’m just sore!”

Okay… We will stop at the infirmary on the way home!”

Aww Officer!” whined Jordan “Not Doc Schultz, he has … odd methods!, couldn’t we go to Dr Hotcrutch … Uh I mean Dr Hutchins, she’s much better!”

Don’t be Dumb Jordan!” Laughed the Ranger” Lois Hutchins is a sports masseur, Boy’s rectums are not her area of expertise … Whereas Dr Schultz is a … er … specialist in the subject of boy’s back doors!”

Expert ‘cos he’s a damned perv” thought Jordan, sensibly keeping that observation to himself, before saying out loud “Fu … uh …I mean darn!” grumbled Jordan “Isn’t there another doctor I could go to?”

Don’t be a jerk Sport” replied the Ranger Doc Schultz is the best medic in town …. and besides he know your medical history. Us grown ups know best! We are going to Dr Schultz whether you like it or not!”

Although resenting the implication that at 19 he was not a “grown up”, Jordan reluctantly accepted defeat and grumpily sunk down in his seat, only to quickly raise his bottom again the moment it landed on the still hot plastic car seat. “Ouch!”

The Ranger appeared to have chosen a far more bumpy route back to town, than the one which Jordan and Cindy-Mae had taken up to the lake, or at least it seemed much more bumpy, given Jordan now had a far more tender backside. However, finally, after Jordan had endured a very long and uncomfortable journey, they eventually pulled up outside the Infirmary.

Again, Jordan was in the predicament of having to enter the infirmary, pass the reception area and crowded waiting room, stark naked and with a sore red bottom. “I need something to cover myself with” he pleaded.

Hold on Sport” replied the Ranger, “I think there is an old blanket in the trunk, that should at least give you some cover!”

Although not ideal, the old rug would, as the ranger had suggested, give him some cover as he entered the medical centre, so Jordan reluctantly took it and wrapped it around himself. People might still look, but, at least he wouldn’t be naked. Perhaps people would assume he had been in an accident, and was wearing clothes beneath the blanket.

However, once they had left the car and entered the foyer of the centre, he realised that people were not reacting in the way he had anticipated. Instead of just looking at him as he expected, they were pointing and laughing at him.

W…what’s going on?” he asked

 

The Ranger turned to look at him, and then let out a guffaw of laughter “Well, sport it appears some bugs have making been making a meal of that ‘ol blanket. Maybe moths, beetles or even could be ‘CEE-Kay-dahs’ have eaten a great big hole in it! ‘an that cute little tail ‘o yourn is on show ‘t the world!!”

Horrified, Jordan looked back and caught sight of his reflection in the window glass and saw there was a huge hole in the blanket, through which his bare blushing pink bottom was fully exposed. “Oh Fuck!” he cried in mortified embarrassment “Get me out of here!”

No problem Sport” chuckled the Ranger “We can use the elevator, that will be better than walking up three flights of stairs with your ass on full show!”

They hurried across the lobby, as Jordan unsuccessfully attempted to cover his exposed bottom with his hands. Once they reached the elevator the ranger pressed the button, as Jordan anxiously waited for the doors to open, but they did not open. In another bout of Jordan’s bad luck, at that moment three maintenance men were on the ninth floor moving furniture, and one large desk, which they had unwisely attempted to carry into the elevator had become stuck, wedging the doors open, and preventing the contraption from descending to the ground floor.

Hence, while an unhappy and humiliated and increasingly frantic Jordan waited on the ground floor, nine floors above him, three muscular workmen were struggling to move a desk and release the doors which continues to hold up the lift.

A crowd had now gathered, all giggling laughing and pointing at Jordan’s embarrassed and unsuccessful attempts to cover his exposed bare backside. Our handsome young hero’s only wish was to escape from the prying eyes and hide himself “We will have to use the stairs!” he gasped, turning away from the stubbornly un-opening elevator door and hurrying towards the open staircase at the far end of the lobby.

The ranger sauntered casually after him “That sure is a perty sight!” he drawled watching Jordan’s bare bottom juggling up and down as he hurried.

Jordan literally bounded up the stairs, and, to his relief was soon out of view of the watching crowd. However, his relief was soon replaced by a glum sense of impending doom as he approached the door to Dr Schultz’s office.

For a moment, Jordan stood outside the door, reluctant to knock, however, he was then joined by the ranger, who immediately rapped on the door. There was a brief pause, before the doctor opened the door, and ushered the two in. To Jordan’s annoyance, he found that Dr Schultz was not alone, as his eyes fell on the hated figure of medical trainee, Martin Clifford, who, while appearing to be intently studying some notes, was adjusting the buttons on his white male nurse’s uniform.

My, My Jordan Draper!” said Dr Schultz “What predicament have yourself into this time?”

He’s got a sore anus!” interjected the Ranger helpfully.

I see!” replied the doctor with a serious tone, as Martin Clifford unsuccessfully attempted to stifle a chuckle “Have you been misbehaving with other boys Jordan?”

No I haven’t!” snapped Jordan with a combination of anger and mortification “It got burned … and stung …. and … uh … a damn hillbilly stuck a carrot in it!” he explained bedore quickly adding “ … against my will!!”

Well… Well .. you have had an eventful day, haven’t you Jordan!” relied Dr Schultz with a raised eyebrow “We had better take a look at it! Please take off that dirty blanket and get onto the examination table …. on your knees, with your bottom up.”

Despite instinctively knowing this would not end well, Jordan reluctantly did as he was told, clambered onto the examination table, and adopted what was best described at the “doggy position”, while the doctor ominously pulled on his rubber gloves.

Dr Schultz stepped forward, placed his rubber gloved hands onto Jordan’s butt cheeks and firmly pushed them apart to expose the puckered, and now blushing pink and cherry red, ring between.

Schultz frowned and made a tutting sound with his tongue “Hmmm!” he said “That does look inflamed …. nurse can you bring me the magnifying glass please!”

Martin opened a draw and brought out a large magnifying glass, not unlike the type which might have been used by Sherlock Holmes or some other Victorian sleuth might have used to examine evidence, and handed it to the doctor.

To Jordan’s increasing embarrassment the doctor held the glass up to the crack between his butt cheeks and studied his anus at length. “That is inflamed!” he said “what do you think nurse?”

Martin peered at Jordan’s rectum “It looks sore!” he said “Is it sore Jordan?”

Yes its fu….. sore!” snarled Jordan, his face now hot and glowing with mortification, he again determined that he would kill Martin at the first opportunity to present itself.

The Ranger approached and also took a lingering look at Jordan’s most private region “That sure reminds me o’ a lil’l pink raspberry!” he drawled in an amused tone!

Jordan closed his eyes tight and gritted his teeth with embarrassment, he couldn’t believe that three men were actually discussing the state of his sore anus …… and studying it with a magnifying glass.

Could that be serious Doctor?” asked Martin, struggling to sound businesslike

I am afraid it could be!” replied the Doctor with a grim expression on his face “the combination of an electrical burn and a hornet sting could have unstable results!” he put down the magnifying glass and removed his rubber gloves “I will prescribe a special cream, which have to be applied twice a day… I am afraid it will sting a little bit Jordan, but that is because it is working!”

uh …okay …Doc” the unhappy Jordan hissed though a scowl

and, most important” added the Doctor “the whole area must be exposed to fresh air at all times!”

Uh ….What ….?” asked Jordan uncomprehendingly.

No pants, jeans or underwear should be worn for the next four weeks at least … probably up to six weeks depending on the speed of recovery … so no clothing from the waist down!”

WHAT?” cried Jordan, as the Doctors words sunk in

You gotta stay bare butt for six weeks Sport!” replied the Ranger helpfully!

NO WAY!” yelled Jordan Jumping off the desk “I ain’t going bare butt for another hour let alone six week, just ‘cos some faggy quack doctor say so….OOOOWCH!” Jordan’s angry rant ended with a cry of pain as the Ranger slapped him hard across the bare bottom with the palm of his hand.

Don’t you go disrespecting the Doctor Sport!” snapped Ranger Tartarus “The Doc knows best, ifin he sez you gotta’ stay bare butt for six week, you’re gonna’ do just that, I’ll make sure of it!”

He turned to the doctor ”An’ I’ll make sure he applies that there stinging cream night an’ morning even ifin I have to do it myself!”

You ain’t doing …. that!” bellowed Jordan

Take care Sonny!” growled the Ranger pointing at Jordan “Or you will be over my knee faster than you can say ‘burn my speedos!” he paused and looked back at the Doctor “Does this mean spankin’s are out Doc!”

No, there is no need to stop spanking him!” replied the Doctor with a quick smile “In fact the stimulation will be quite therapeutic!”

So Spankin’s will be sorta’ medicinal then Doc?”

The doctor pondered for a while “Well yes, you could say that!” he replied as the Ranger chortled loudly and Martiv stifle a peal of laughter behind a rubber gloved hand.

Jordan was now in a state of barely controlled panic ”Don’t listen to that quack Doctor, he’s a perv and doesn’t know what he’s …. OOOOWWWCH!

Jordan jumped in the air in response to a hard WHACK! from the ranger cross his bare bottom.

That is not acceptable language Jordan!” roared the Ranger, grabbing hold of the naked young man. Then before Jordan could fully take in what was happening, the officer had thrown his arm round his waist, lifting him off the ground and stuffing him under his arm, as if the young swimmer was a rolled up carpet.

The Ranger then inflicted a series of sharp smacks to Jordan’s upturned bottom “You Will not ..” SMACK “disrespect the Doctor ..” SMACK “Do you understand ..?” SMACK!

OWW … YEEOOW …OUCH! …Stop!” yelled Jordan, struggling and kicking attempting to free himself, but the muscular ranger held him firmly in place.

Can you hold him still please!” said the doctor “Jordan needs a course of injections to prevent any side effects from the hornet stings! And what better time to start than now!” he turned to Martin “Nurse, Please prepare two syringes with the Obecalp serum!”

Jordan looked back over his shoulder with horror, his worst fears at the prospect of visiting Dr Schultz were about to come true, he had guessed that medical pervert would immediately find a reason to jab him in the ass again. This was the reason he had been so reluctant to pay this visit.

No! .. No! Fuck you!!” he yelled, struggling and kicking his legs “Keep that damn needle away from me!!!

However, no matter how much the fit young athlete struggled, the ranger, who it appeared possessed a superhuman strength, held him firmly in place.

Moments later, the Doctor was standing behind him holding up one of his scary looking oversized syringes, while Martin stood nearby with a further syringe on a tray. “Please hold him still, if you can officer!”

You got it Doc!” replied the Ranger gripping Jordan all the more tightly.

Without further ado Dr Schultz proceeded to jab the needle into Jordan’s left butt cheek, injecting a dose of the serum into the unlucky young swimmer.

AAAAAAAAHGGGGHHHHOOOOOWW!!!” Jordan’s yell of pain echoed round the room.

Don’t be such a wuss Sport!” chuckled the Ranger playfully slapping Jordan’s uplifted bottom “It’s for your own good!”

I’m not being a ‘wuss’” wailed Jordan “It Hurt!!”

Just one more young man!” said the Doc in what he assumed was a reassuring tone, but which sent a chill down Jordan’s spine. The Doctor then took the second syringe from the tray, which Martin was helpfully holding, and gave it a short squirt to remove any air, before injecting a further dose of the potion into Jordan’s right butt cheek, eliciting a similar outraged response from the handsome swimmer.

All finished Doc” asked the Ranger, before he lowered Jordan back onto his feet.

Finished for now” replied the Doctor “however, he will need a course of shots, so he will have to return to the infirmary every morning ….. or I suppose, I could do a home visit each day!”

No need Doc!” smiled the ranger “I’ve got me a certification in first aid! ‘couse, it was mainly for gun shot wounds and critter bites, but I can inject a boy in the butt no problem ….. ‘sides I only live next door!” he laughed “So I can give this young patient what he needs!” he slapped Jordan on the shoulder sending him staggering forward “Can’t I Sport?!”

Jordan’s mouth opened and shut, rather like a landed fish gasping for air, as he tried to speak, but no words came. He was stunned to silence as the full horror of his current situation registered in his brain.

 

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Soccer Jock Humiliation

Soccer
Jock Humiliation

The coach’s methods were old
fashioned but very effective. He kept an especially embarrassing ping
pong paddle ready for swollen headed jocks like young Colton Fisher,
as he knew that the stinging humiliation of being publicly paddled,
over the knee like some kid, in front of his team mates, would stay with Colton long
after the fire in his tight little butt had faded.

However,
he planned to make sure that fire didn’t cool for quite some time,
certainly a lot longer than it would take for cell phone footage of
Colton’s embarrassing bare bottomed punishment the reach every jock
and Co-Ed on Campus. 

He
would not stop until Colton’s butt cheeks were glowing even redder
than the one’s on his face.
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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 …

The New Gizmo

The New Gizmo
Another
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The Shaman’s Revenge Part 10

The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 10
Jordan
lay on the cold basement floor, very miserable, very sore and unable
to get up or escape from the discovery he knew was coming. Within
moments discovery arrived.
What
on ….?” a boomed voice echoed round the basement and briefly
distracted Jordan from his torment, he looked up and saw the ranger
entering the room, and knew instantly that his bad day was going to
get a lot worse. 
 
The
ranger, bare foot and bare chested, strode across the room and stood
looking down at Jordan with an expression of poorly concealed
amusement on his face “What are you doing boy? … how did you get
in here?” … he looked across to the open skylight window “Did
you break in?”
I…
I .. “ stammered Jordan, keenly aware there was nothing he could
say which would not make his predicament worse.
Do
I arrest you? …” mused the ranger with feigned seriousness “or
should I have a word with your Dad …?”
Please
Officer … Sir … I can explain!” moaned Jordan, his mind
struggling for an explanation as to why he was lying naked on the
floor or the ranger’s basement which would both not incriminate him
or appear totally fanciful!
Get
up off the floor!” ordered Officer
Tartarus

I
can’t!” wailed Jordan
What
do mean you “can’t”?” snapped the Ranger
I
…I … I just can’t!” relied the miserable Jordan
Not
be stupid boy …get up!…. on your feet boy!!”
I
can’t …. I’ve got a ……. a ……. bottle brush up my ass!”
moaned Jordan.
W…What?”
shouted the Ranger, pretending he had no idea what had befallen
Jordan “Let me look?” he stepped forward and tool a close look at
Jordan’s bottom “By damn! You have!!” he frowned at Jordan “What
have you been doing boy?”
Nothing!”
protested Jordan “It just flew up there!!!” As the words left his
mouth he knew nobody would believe them so he corrected himself “I
.. er … sat on it!!” at least that sounded slightly more
believable.
The
ranger raised a sceptical eyebrow “If you you .. uh .. say so kid!”
he folded his arms “You sure you ain’t been … experimenting …
like boys do!”
No
I ‘ain’t … haven’t been experimenting … I am not a pervert!”
Oh
yes??? …..Says the naked guy with a bottle brush up his ass!”
chortled the Ranger “why is it stopping you from standing up?”
I
think it must be pressing on a nerve. When I try to stand up it jabs
into me!”
Hmmm
… are you sure you are not just being a wimp because it feels
bad?…. try getting on your hands and knees.”
With
considerable difficulty Jordan managed to clamber on to his knees,
making grunts of discomfort every time the prickly plastic brush
jabbed his tight little passage.
Now
try crawling across the floor!” 
 
In
increasing discomfort Jordan attempted to crawl as instructed,
letting out increasingly shrill squeaks of pain as he did so.

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The
ranger roared with laughter as he watched Jordan’s perfect, but much
punished bottom sway from side to side with the wire handle of the
brush protruding from between his cheeks. As if unable to resist, he
lent forward and flicked the handle with his forefinger, causing it
to vibrate inside Jordan’s rectum.
YEEEOOWW!”
screamed Jordan as the a tingling and prickling sensation surged
through his body, feeling as if all the nerve ends in his bottom had
received an electric shock. “Don’t do that!!”
Can
you squat?” asked Officer
Tartarus
“You might find that easier!”
Squat?”
Yeah,
like doing squat thrusts in the gym!” replied the ranger “Here
let me help you!” He stepped forward, grabbed Jordan under the
armpits and pulled him up as the unhappy boy howled in discomfort.
Once
in a squatting position, Jordan realised the Ranger had been right
and that this position was a bit easier to bear, albeit it was still
very uncomfortable.
That’s
better!” said the ranger “Now we need to get you to the hospital,
so they can remove that thing!”
Are
you going to call an ambulance?” asked Jordan, cringing at the
thought of paramedics seeing him with a bottle brush up his behind
“Couldn’t a doctor come here instead?”
No,
there is no need to waste valuable medical resources and time
ferrying a fit athlete a few hundred yards” snapped Officer
Tartarus “The hospital is just down the street!”
b….but
how am I going to get there, I can’t walk!”
You
can waddle!”
I
can’t waddle!
” snapped Jordan in horror
Of
course you can, you’re a fit, athletic guy, it should be no problem,
….. and I am certainly not going carry you!”
But
it’s miles to the hospital!”
Garbage,
its a mile and half at most, it’s just a brisk walk ….. waddle ..
and we’ll be there in no time!”
Despairing
at the prospect of waddling a mile and a half with a bottle brush in
his backside, Jordan looked around the room as if seeking a means of
escape. Then he noticed something was missing …
Where
are my clothes? … they were over there? …”
The
Ranger looked around casually and shrugged “I can’t see no clothes
boy!”
I
need my clothes… they can’t have disappeared ..”
You
dumb boys” laughed the Ranger “always losing something!” he
turned back to Jordan “I guess you’re just gonna’ have to go in
your birthday suit!!” with that he grabbed Jordan round the waist,
threw him over his shoulder and walked swiftly up the steps out of
the basement.
It
was, in fact almost two miles to the local hospital, and every yard
was a nightmare for Jordan as each waddled step caused the prickly
brush to jab into his sensitive anus and various internal nerves
sending tingling shock waves from his bottom through the rest of his
body. Although the bristles were only plastic, and were actually not
tearing flesh, he felt as if they were. Therefore, each wobbling step
was accompanied with a gasp or an angry yell of discomfort.
Don’t
be such a baby Jordan!” laughed the Ranger, who was walking slowly
along beside the unfortunate young swimmer, and unable to fully hide
the pleasure he was taking from Jordan’s discomfort.
Jordan’s
discomfort was to increase and be combined with shame and
embarrassment as they got closer to the hospital where there were a
number of people walking in and out, all of whom stooped to stare,
point and laugh at the naked young man waddling down the street, like
a large pink and particularly handsome duck! He prayed that none of
them spotted the wire bottle brush handle sticking out of his naked
rectum.
Unfortunately
for Jordan, as soon as they reached the hospital, Officer Tartarus
wasted no time in making sure that everyone in earshot knew all about
the bottle brush. “We need some help here!” he bellowed
loudly “Jordan Draper here has gone and got a bottle brush stuck
right up his backside!
” His voice grew louder “Don’t know
how he’s done it mind, but idiot boys do do the dumbest things!!”
Not
so loud, please they will all hear!!” pleaded the humiliated young
athlete.
However,
the Ranger ignored Jordan’s pleas “He claims he weren’t
experimenting or anything!” he continued “but, ya’ know, how does
a dude get a prickly brush stuck deep up his lil’ white boy tush,
without doing something a bit weird?! ….. I’m Just saying!!”
The
woman at the reception desk, who Jordan, to his horror recognised as
a friend of his Mom’s, almost fell off her chair in an attempt to
stifle her laughter as she blurted out “I will page a Doctor
immediately Sir!” before hiding her mouth with her hand.
Moments
later, as if Jordan’s horrible day could not get any worse, a
familiar white gowned figure arrived on the scene, it was Dr Schultz,
the college doctor, who was filling in filling in for a colleague at
the hospital.
Ah
Caleb … Officer Tartarus!” he said “I see young Jordan had got
himself into yet another pickle!”
Hi
Doc!” laughed the Ranger, “he’s got himself skewered more like,
the dumb jock has stuffed a prickly bottle brush up his fanny!
I
didn’t stuff it up ….there!” protested Jordan
How
did it get there then son?” asked the Doctor in a marginally
mocking tone.
it
jut got there .. okay?!” snapped Jordan “Now just get the fucking
thing out!!”
Mind
your tongue brat!” ordered the Ranger “That’s another thing I
need to talk to your Dad about later!!”
Jordan
did not have time to think about what the Ranger might tell his dad
as the loud shouting had attracted quite a crowd of observers, who
now mingled around the entrance lobby, laughing and pointing at the
metal handle protruding from between his butt cheeks. Worrying about
his Dad’s reaction would come later, all he cared about now was
getting the brush removed and finding somewhere to hide.
Come
with me!” said the doctor, leading, the still waddling, Jordan to a
side room, followed by the Ranger, who, when passing the door, wedged
it open, enabling the assembled crowd to see in.
The
two strong older men easily lifted the young swimmer onto the raised
hospital bed and laid on his back with his legs in the air. 
 
While
the assembled cowed watched in chuckling fascination, the doctor set
to work trying to pull the brush out of Jordan’s rectum, as as the
unhappy jock squeaked and whimpered in discomfort and acute
embarrassment.
However,
despite repeated orders to relax, Jordan was so stressed and tense
that his sphincter muscles had involuntarily contracted so tightly
around the the brush it refused to budge.
I
can’t move it!” complained the doctor, “The boy’s rectum is
gripping it like a vice!”
Here
let me try!” said the ranger stepping forward and taking hold of
the end of the brush “I have a knack for these things!” So
focused was the doctor and others in Jordan’s humiliation that nobody
thought to inquire as to how Officer Tartarus had developed a “knack”
at extracting bottle bristles from the anuses of 19 year old male
athletes!.
Tartarus’s
technique was somewhat different to the doctor, and significantly
more uncomfortable for Jordan, first he started jiggling the wire
handle from side to side, and then he began to push and pull at the
brush, in an ‘in an out’ movement. Jordan could only gasp in horror
at the sensation this caused to him and as that sensation
intensified, Jordan was suddenly hit by the stark, cold reality that
his new neighbour the ranger was literally fucking him with a bottle
brush!
He
looked into the rangers eyes, and could see immediately that the man
knew exactly what he was doing, and that he was enjoying doing in.
However, as he stared, momentarily transfixed, by the intense
blackness of the man’s eyes, he sensed something else, something
deeper, darker, totally terrifying and not entirely human.
He
jerked back in horror, and spasm caused by the sudden movement
released the brush from the earlier grip, enabling the ranger to
remove it.
Got
it!” said the Ranger holding up the, now somewhat crushed and
mangled brush!”
Well
done!” said the doctor, “it is a good thing it was just plastic,
and not wire, otherwise it could have done internal damage, as it is
he will just be tender for a few days!
Young
guys heal real quick!” laughed the ranger “that’s why you have to
keep spanking the young varmits!”
however,
we had better make sure there is no infection!” mused the doctor,
he turned to a male nurse who had been standing watching the
entertainment. “The patient will need a double inoculation, please
prepare two syringes!”
The
Word “Syringes” shocked Jordan away from focusing on the unknown
horror he had seen in the Ranger’s eyes to the very real and
immediate terror of an injection.
NOO!!”
Yelled Jordan “You are not jabbing me again!!”
It’s
for your own good!” growled Tartarus as he stepped forward, grabbed
hold of Jordan, and flipped him over onto his front, with such ease
that it was as it the boys was weightless. “there you go Doc!” he
looked down at Jordan’s, now upturned, bottom “there’s your target
… and ain’t it a perty one!!” he laughted as he held the the
struggling and protesting Jordan 
 
The
doctor picked up one syringe, as the nurse filled a second one. “This
is a new antiseptic serum!” he said “It is very effective, but
there is one side effect, it will make your bottom very sensitive for
a couple of day … so I recommend you avoid horse back riding!”
Don’t
worry Doc!” laughed the Ranger “I somehow doubt he’s gonna’ want
to go horseback riding for quite some time!!”
No
please don’t!!” yelled Jordan “Give me a pill instead ….”
However,
before the words had left Jordan’s mouth., the doctor had Jabbed the
needle hard into his right butt cheek, followed seconds later by the
nurse who jabbed his the second needle into the left cheek!!!
AAAAAAAAAAOOOOOWWW!
…. “YEEEAAAAAOOOCH!” Jordan’s yell echoed around the hospital
as now further pain was inflicted on his already very sore and tender
bottom.
The
ranger bent down and whispered quietly into Jordan’s ear, his hot
breath tickling the boys neck as he did so “You really have had a
bad day haven’t you kid? …….. it would be a real shame if it got
worse!!”
To Be Continued!!

The Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (3)

 The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (3)
The
garage door gradually slid upwards and open, almost like a theatre
curtain slowly rising to reveal the entertainment to an impatient
audience, and indeed the Draper family’s neighbours were about to
enjoy a grand entertainment at Jordan’s expense.
The
Drapers had only moved to the area four years previously, however, in
that period, Jordan’s attitude and behaviour had made him deeply
unpopular within the community, hence there was widespread
satisfaction, and measurable delight that this overgrown brat was
getting his well deserved comeuppance. The delight in no way
diminished the fact that the handsome young athlete was totally
naked.
Word
soon spread and people came hurrying out of their houses, whilst
others left work early and rushed home, so as not to miss the
spectacle.
As
we return to the scene of our moral tale, handsome 18 year old
Swimming champion Jordan was still in what many consider to be one
the most exposed and humiliating of spanking position, a position
which their mysterious new neighbour, the ranger, who had now
introduced himself as Caleb Tartarus, had referred to as a
“wheelbarrowin’”. That is to say, he was naked, face down between
his father’s knees with his own legs on either side of his dad’s
waist.
As
with most arrogant and conceited people, Jordan had a fragile ego and
a horror of being shamed or embarrassed in public. Therefore, this
ongoing humiliation was more than his sensitive pride could bear, but
he had to bear it. There was no avenue of escape open to him, even
if he had been able to struggle free from from his father’s grip, he
knew the gleefully applauding junior baseball team would wrestle him
to the ground and drag him beck! 
 
That
would just add to his total humiliation, a shaming which was being
hungrily enjoyed by the growing crowd of happy looking neighbours.
As
has been established in earlier chapter’s, Jordan’s bottom was no
less tender than his ego, and the pain caused by his fathers
relentless hand smacks was becoming equally intolerable. Not for the
first time in recent days Jordan’s well rounded smooth skinned, and
previously ivory white bottom, felt well and truly toasted.
Finally
The spanking came to an end, but sadly for Jordan and happily for his
neighbours and the watching schoolboys, his embarrassing ordeal was
nowhere near over.
You
can get off now Jordan” said Jordan’s father giving the now rosy
red bottom a final pat. At which point, Jordan swiftly wriggled off
his fathers lap and leapt agilely to his feet. He was getting ready
to bolt out the door when he felt the ranger’s hand on his shoulder
“Not so fast youngun’” said Caleb in his characteristic lazy
drawl “Something tells me you have not been pulling your weight
around here! Have you boy?!” he grinned “I see your ol’ Dad was
about to pay these fine young gentlemen from the baseball team to
clean the garage, but it seems t’ me that chore should be down to
you! … whilst they get the money o’ course!”
What
the …?” stammered Jordan, at the last instant stopping himself
from swearing, which he senses would not be a wise more. 
 
I
am a’thinkin’ that it’s your job to be cleaning your Dad’s garage,
and there is no better time to start than now!” Caleb’s cruel grin
grew broader “You can start by cleaning this filthy floor …” he
reached in his pocket and produced a small pink toothbrush ”here
you go!” he said “you can use this!!”
at
that, the smiling onlookers burst into spontaneous laughter, at the
prospect of the town’s laziest jock having to clean a dirty garage
with a toothbrush. 
 
WHAT?”
spluttered Jordan “You expect me to clean the floor …. and …
with THAT?!!”

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It’ll
do the job, if’n you put some effort into it!” replied Caleb “now
get to it boy …. or I’ll be giving you more of what your good ol’
Dad just gave you, ‘sept, I guarantee I’ll do it a lot harder!!”
B…but
… but … it will take hours with THAT!” protested Jordan.
All
the more reason to get started now!” snarled Caleb, his previous
lazy joviality vanishing briefly from his face “On your hands and
knees boy, and start scrubbing!”
Good
idea Ranger Tartarus” laughed Mr Draper producing a bucket of soapy
water, which he pad poured earlier, when he had planed to pay the
baseball players to clean the garage floor as part of their fund
raising “Here son use this!”
 
There
was clearly no means of escape, so, reluctantly, and with a heavy
heart Jordan lowered himself onto his hands and knees, dunked the
child size little toothbrush into the bucket, and began scrubbing the
dirty garage floor.
The
garage floor was dirtier than he had realised with years of embedded
grease, oil and dirt, which as very difficult to remove, no matter
how hard Jordan scrubbed. “Can’t I use something better than this
damn useless toothbrush?” he began to complain.
SWISH
WHACK!! .. Caleb delivered a stinking whack to Jordan’ upraised
bottom with the old fly swatter he had picked up earlier “Quit
complaining and put some effort in!” He snapped.
The
spectators all crowded around to get a better view of Jordan, naked
and humiliated, on the garage floor, with his shiny red, just
spanked, bottom on display.
Get
that butt a’ yourn up in the air boy!” commanded the ranger “and
don’t ignore the corners!” he deliberately, and repeatedly directed
Jordan into positions where his bare butt and, on account of it’s
raised state, his tiny, tight and pink rectum were on full display to
the assembled crowd, knowing that this would add to Jordan’s
discomfort.
He
then made matter’s worse by adding “y’a know boy, they say when a
defeated baboon surrenders, it expresses it’s surrender by presenting
it’s backside to the vitcorious ape!” he laughed “so it seems
that right now you are the surrendering baboon! And I am the pack
leader!” … he laughed again “You make a damn pretty baboon
though I must say! Go on you lil’ defeated monkey, wave your red
butt and little rosebud at us!!” 
 
As
Caleb had correctly calculated, his words were yet another knife
thrust at Jordan’s sensitive ego, his shaming all the worse by having
attention drawn to his spanked ass and fully displayed butt crack! He
also seethed inwardly at being compared to a subservient ape exposing
it’s rear end to the alpha male of the pack, which is what the Ranger
clearly considered himself to be. Jordan attempted, not very
successfully, to lessen his feeling of humiliation by thinking about
the revenge he would take on the laughing ranger, as soon as he got a
chance.
It
took Jordan over six hours of hard work to finally clean the garage
floor to the ranger’s satisfaction, and for all those hours, Caleb
stood over him issuing orders and delivering whack after whack to his
already roasted bottom with the stinging fly swatter.
Although
the Baseball team eventually left the scene to get their dinners,
passers by, alerted to what was happening by the fast moving gossip,
still arrived to crowd around and watch, well into the late evening.
Poor
Jordan, things were not turning out well for him, and his worst ever
day would become a legend in his home town.
***********
It
was hours later, and Jordan was in a dark cavern, deep beneath the
earth deep beneath the earth’s crust, surrounded by crackling flames.
He was chained to a rock, which was getting hotter and hotter and
the flames came closer and closer. Desperately he struggled against
the shackles holding his wrists and ankles, by the could not free
himself.
Then
a figure entered, who he recognised immediately as Caleb the ranger,
although he had metamorphosed into a red skinned demon, with horns
and a long tail, which whisked back and forth as as he walked. In his
hand he carried a long handled pitch fork, the four pointed end of
which were on fire.
What
is happening? ….. where am I?” cried the terrified Jordan.
When
the demon, which had once been the ranger, spoke, it did so with a
deep roar of a voice which sounded like an echo from hell “You are
in the Abyss Jordan Draper!” it snarled threateningly before
continuing “And I am the guardian of the Abyss. Sinners like you
are sent to me to be punished for the crimes committed in the mortal
world. I am here to torment, and punish, your little jock ass….”
it let out an evil gust of laughter, which was more a roar than a
laugh, before adding “FOR ETERNITY!!!
It
then advanced towards Jordan holding the flaming towards him.
GO
AWAY!!!” screamed Jordan in genuine terror “What are you going to
do with ….THAT??!!” 
 
This!”
growled the demonic fiend, as he jabbed the flaming fork into
Jordan’s naked and upraised rump.
Jordan
screamed in agony as the sharp, pointed , and red hot spikes of the
fork jabbed into his tender bottom and the flames scorched his skin
“AAAAGGGHHHHH!!! …. AAAAAAAGGGHHH!!”
FOR
ETERNITY!” roared the red demon “FOR ETERNITY!!” as he he
jabbed at Jordan with his flaming weapon again and again …
Jordan’s
body jerked from side to side as rolled from side to side of the bed,
he moaned and cried out in pain as he tried frantically to awake from
the terrible dreams, all featuring fiery assaults on his bare behind,
but he could not awake and the dreams persisted throughout the long
night. 
 
Across
the street, in his new home, Caleb Tartarus sat at his dining table,
a cruelly amused grin on his face, as he held the red hot tip of
burning cigarette after burning cigarette against the now blackened
behind of a plastic Ken doll, which bore a marked resemblance to
Jordan Draper.
On
the table lay a selection of photographs of Jordan, together with the
blue jean shorts which Jordan had discarded by the river back.
Finally
after stubbing out the last cigarette from the pack into the full
ashtray beside him, Caleb picked up a photo, showing Jordan shot from
behind, at a swimming event and in wet speedos. “I have plans for
you, pretty boy!” he murmured contentedly “plenty of plans ….!”
*********
 The
next morning Jordan was getting dressed and just beginning to pull on
a pair of tartan shorts, when he caught sight of his bare bottom in
the mirror. To his amazement it was snowy white and unmarked, gone
was the redness from the sunburn, gone were the multiple ant bites,
and gone were the bruises and marks left from the previous days
spanking.
How
was it possible that it had healed so quickly and so completely?, but
it had. Despite the punishment it had taken the day before, his
cute, tan line encircled, bottom was back to the white, smooth
skinned perfection it had been before the recent events had begun.
Across
the street, just out of Jordan’s earshot, a voice with a distinct
Hillbilly twang could be heard to mutter “As My Dear Mommy taught
me, you should never break your toys, especially the ones you want to
play with again!”
*****
Half
an hour later Jordan made his way downstairs, hoping to sneak out of
the house unseen. However, once again, he was out of luck, just as he
was about to slip out the back door, his father’s voice echoed down
the hall. “Come in here Jordan, I want to talk to you!”
Reluctantly,
and with a look of misery on his face, Jordan turned round and walked
into the living room, for where his father had called him. As he
entered the room he saw to his extreme annoyance that that he Dad was
not alone, as sitting on one of the sofas, now dressed in casual clothes and grinning broadly, was
Caleb the Ranger.
Ah
Jordan”, said his father “The College Medic phoned earlier “He
would like to see you today, rather than tomorrow, to continue your
medication!”
AWWW
No Dad!” moaned Jordon “Not Today, he just wants to stick me in
the butt with his God damn needles!”
Profanity
Jordan!!” snapped his father “You must go, it is for your own
good, and as I have heard reports that you attempted to skip your
last appointment, our new neighbour Officer Tartarus here has very
kindly agreed to accompany you, and make sure you get there!”
Jordan’s
mouth fell open in shock, he struggle to protest but no words came.
Hi
There Jordan” grinned Caleb the Ranger “I got a feelin’ you and
me’s going to be the best of buddies soon …”
To
be continued …..
***************

The Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (2)

The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (2)
 
Jordan
Gets a “wheelbarrowin’”
As
part of the college’s new team building program the
Capsaicin
College junior baseball team had been set a fund raising target with
the goal of building a new team club house. One way that the team
were raising funds was by offering to do menial jobs, such as
gardening, painting or even cleaning for members of the local
community.
That
afternoon, together their Coach, Coach Amundsen, they had been
visiting houses in Parkfield Avenue, and, by another of those spooky
and reoccurring coincidences, had just arrived at the Draper
household, where Mr Draper was just about to find some tasks for them
to carry out in his garage when they heard a loud Knocking coming
from the direction of the door.
Mr
Draper left the team in his garage and went to answer the door.
Returning minutes later and, to the amazement of the boys, he was
followed by a park ranger in full uniform pulling a very unhappy
looking, and totally naked, Jordan Draper after by a firm grip on his
ear.
A
number of the smaller boys had endured unkind taunts and bullying
from Jordan in the past, and grinned broadly at the sight of his
discomfort. “Schadenfreude”, the German tern for deriving
pleasure from the misfortune of others, can be a very satisfying
emotion. This is especially true, when that misfortune befalls
someone as deserving as Jordan Draper, the junior baseball team were
to experience Schadenfreude aplenty that afternoon, and would have an
even more satisfying spectacle to observe and tell their friends
about very soon.
Coach
Amundsen forced back the amused grin threatening to spread across his
craggy face, it seemed that young Jordan had got himself into trouble
yet again. The handsome young swimmers revolving cycle of painful and
embarrassing misadventures were starting to become almost comical.
Mr
Draper turned to the team, “Instead of giving you boys work to do”
he said “I think it is time to expand your education and show you
what happens to bad little boys who can’t behave themselves!” he
pointed to two small benches in the corner of the garage “can some
of you sit there please!, and the rest stand on the other side, so
you all get a good view!”
He
turned back to Jordan “As for the club house fund, Jordan is going
to donate this month’s allowance to that, aren’t you Jordan!”
Jordan
opened his mouth to protest but no words came out, he just stood
there with his mouth involuntarily opening and closing like a
particularly handsome catfish. On top of everything else he was now
going to lose his allowance fir a month, how could he survive that?!!
Mr
Draper sat down on an upturned metal barrel “I told you what would
happen Jordan!” he said “Now come over here and get over my
knee!”
Jordan
did not obey, he stood rigid, for a moment his only movement was to
nervously clench and unclench his fists, as he stared intently at the
floor. When he did move it was to step back, look up and turn to
face his father, a look of fierce defiance on his face.
NO
FUCKING WAY!” he snarled “I’M NOT A FUCKING KID!, I’M
NINETEEN” he stubbornly folded his arms, adopting a post which was
supposed to appear rebellious, but, due to his nakedness, just looked
rather silly, albeit a little sexy at the same time. “YOU CAN’T DO
THAT TO ME ANY MORE!” He yelled.
Jordan
pointed to the assembled junior baseball team members “ESPECIALLY
NOT IN FRONT OF THOSE LITTLE DICKHEADS!” he spat the last word with
contempt.
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Jordan
Stood strong and defiant, and a feeling of power began to swell in
his chest. In his mind’s eye, he could see himself boldly standing up
to authority manly and magnificent in his anger. He was determined
not to submit to any further humiliation, and certainly not a another
spanking. He had always managed to bluff and bully himself out of
trouble in the past and a small voice inside his head told him it
would work again this time and he was now big enough and powerful
enough to intimidate his own father.
He
would say what had to be said and then would triumphantly walk out of
the garage. Then these boys would tell everyone how tough and “BAD”
he was, then, just maybe he would start to regain the respect he had
lost, at least with the other jocks and jock groupies on campus, who
were the people who really mattered. Perhaps then they would start to
forget about the bare ass spankings, the nudity and all the
embarrassing stuff.
All
they would remember was that he had stood up to his father, to the
coach and the ass hole ranger and he had won. Jordan’s worst ever
week was coming to an end, and the revolution had begun. Jordan was
now Che, all he needed was a bandanna an an AK47.
He
was fired up now, and ready to show everyone present that he was back
on top. He began to shout “IF YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME AGAIN OLD MAN
…I’LL FUCKING KILL Y …..
OOOOOWW!!
LET GO! ….OOOOWWWWW!! THAT HURTS!!!! OOOOWW!! …LET GOA’A ME!!”
Jordan
had been so intent on shouting at his father and showing off to the
watching baseball players, he had not noticed the ranger sidling
quietly up behind him. In fact his usually keen instincts failed to
sense the uniformed figure standing right behind him, until the
officer reached forward and grabbed hold of his ear between his thumb
and forefinger, with a painful clamp like grip.
AAAAOOOWW,
stop, it hurts!” bleated Jordan pitifully “It hurts! I ‘m sorry …
I’m sorry” To the delight of all those watching the arrogant young
thug of moments before had been reduced to whimpering and humiliating
surrender.
The
ranger forced Jordan’s head down so he was almost bent double “How
dare you speak to your Dad like that you brat?!” he bellowed “Where
I come from ifin’ a youngun disrespect his elders like that he ain’t
bin’ sittin’ again for short’n a month!”
He
turned to Jordan’s father “i’m not teachin’ you your job or nothing
Sir!” he said “But I’d say this brat is in neded of a good
wheelbarrowin’”
Wheelbarrowin’
…?! asked a confused Mr Draper. “What is that?”
A
wheelbarrow spanking Sir” replied the Ranger “It gives you extra
control and …. um … access!” he looked down at the helplessly
struggling young jock “An’ it is extra humliiatin’ for the brat!”
he added “Which is as it should be! …..here, … I’ll show you
how it works!”
Still
holding Jordan firmly by the ear, the Ranger then pulled him forward
until he was standing directly in front if Mr.Draper, before placing
his free hand on the naked swimmer’s shoulder, he turned the lad
around so his back was facing his Dad.
Pushing
Jordan’s head down so he was back in the half bending position, the
Ranger then ordered him to support his body by placing his hands on
the floor, then placing one leg on either side of his father’s ample
waist.
NO
WAY.. OWW!!” began Jordan before the ranger used his free hand to
deliver a loud SMACK to his tender bare bottom
Do
as I tell ya’ brat!” snapped the Ranger
Reluctantly
Jordan did as he was told, the excited giggles from the watching
baseball team ringing in his ears.
That
was when Jordan found himself in the humiliating “wheelbarrow”
position, face down between his father’s legs, with his own legs on
either side of Mr Draper’s waist. To make matters worse, although
Jordan’s farther was not particularly fat, the natural broadening
which often accompanies middle aged combined with the splaying effect
of the seated position made his waist quite wide, forcing Jordan to
spread his legs risking the exposure of his most intimate areas.
To
add to his total mortification was that what was happening to him was
being observed by a grinning team of 18 year old kids, who could be
guaranteed to tell the world what they had seen.
The
Ranger noticed the horrified expression on Jordan’s face and grinned
sardonically “that’s the beauty of the wheelbarra’” he said,
“It’s a stress position for the brat, while giving you the perfect
target!”
It’s
certainly a great target!” laughed Coach Amundsen, who had been
watching and was always open to learning new teaching techniques.
The
ranger then pointed to the, now well revealed lower part of Jordan’s
bottom. Just above where it met the back of his thighs. “You
should aim around half the spanks here!” he said “It’s what back
home we used to call the ‘sit spot’, its where the skin is most
tender and it’s the part that takes most of the weight when he tries
to sit down after!” He laughed unkindly “Smack him there and
he’ll feel it and remember it longer!” he picked up an old fly
swatter which had been conveniently left in the garage, and tapped it
gently, but ominously, against his leg.
That
is good advice Officer!” replied Mr Draper “If only I had you
here to advise me earlier, maybe Jordan would not have turned out so
badly!”
Ya’all
can ask me advice anytime in future! And I’d more’n happy to assist!
” replied the Ranger “I’m movin’ into town tomorrow, an’ rentin’
the ol’ McKinny place across the street! …. so I’ll be real close”
he grinned “Here that Jordie Boy … REAL CLOSE!”
Jordan’s
heart sunk at this latest instalment of bad news, the goddamn park
policeman would be living 300 yards from his front door! That was all
he needed!
Jordan
did not have long to think about the possible ramification of having
a new neighbour, as his attention was immediately captured by an even
mire immediate issue as his father began spanking his upturned, and
very exposed bottom.
As
the spanking started, a loud ripple of laughter ran through the group
of excited young baseball players as they happily watched a spectacle
they had never in their wildest dreams expected to see.
Jordan
should have been fast becoming accustomed to humiliating situations,
however, there was no way that anyone with an ego the size of
Jordan’s would ever become used to being embarrassed, shamed and
humiliated. In fact with each new humiliation the cut became deeper
and more painful to his precious sense of pride.
The
wedgie spanking in front of the swimming and lacrosse teams had been
really embarrassing, and the the events in the clinic had been the
most humiliating thing to happen to him so far.
However,
this was a completely new level of humiliation, the position he was
in made him feel uniquely exposed and vulnerable and although the
baseball team were all over 18, to his 19 year old mind, they were
just snotty kids, it seemed even more shameful to be spanked in front
of younger boys.
The
situation was made even worse by the fact that his sunburnt,
pre-spanked and ant stung bottom was already on fire before his dad
had started smacking it!! 
 
It
was then that a side door opened, and his two younger brothers
appeared, they had been attracted by the noise and had come to enjoy
the show. The two boys joined in the laughter, their enjoyment
increased by the back that it was their bullying big brother who’s
bare bottom as getting the treatment it had so long deserved.
Held
firmly in place and aware that any attempt at escaping would be
useless, Jordan’s only option was to endure, but it was unendurable!!
STOP!
DAD!! … OOOOWW!! PLEASE STOP!! DADDY!! I’LL OWWWWW! BE GOOD! ….
OWWW! IT HURTS” he wailed, all attempt at pride now forgotten.
HaHA!!”
laughed the ranger, “When they start squealing like little piggies
you know you are getting through to them!!!!
Jordan
looked up at the Ranger, a look of burning hatred in his eyes.
The
Ranger looked back with a slow cruel cruel, he then glanced away, and
fixed his gaze onto the the large sliding door an the side of the
garage where it opened onto the street.
As
he looked at it the door began to slowly slide open, the new remote
control device which Mr Draper had recently had installed seemingly
activated by the vibrations caused by his hand smacking his son’s
bottom.
Jordan’s
mouth fell open in horror as as he watched the door slowly glide
upwards into the roof. The garage opened directly onto the street,
if the door was open, anyone passing on the street would be able to
look in and see what was happening.
Please
let the street be empty!” he thought frantically “Please, please
don’t let anyone be there!!” 
 
However,
Jordan Draper’s stubborn streak of bad luck was showing no sign of
changing, because there were people on the street …. there were
lots of people on the street ……..
To
be continued ………

The Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (part 1)

The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 7 (part 1)
Goran
could not forget about the kitten that Jordan had kicked, the more he
thought about the thoughtless cruelty that nasty boy had inflicted on
a trusting little animal the more and more angry he became.
As
the old warlock’s anger grew his spell grew stronger, and his
incantations, which still echoed in the dark recesses and forgotten
places, began to travel further to even deeper and far darker places
where it was heard by things, the likes of which would make the
bravest of men tremble.
It
was now the turn of one such thing to answer his call, a creature
which had slumbered for many centuries began to stir. Gradually as
the thing awoke it began to change its form transitioning bit by bit
from something beast like into the recognisable form of a man.
At
last, the shape shifting complete, the creature which had become a
man stepped forward from the shadows, it’s manly body now illuminated
by the flames of the fiery cavern where it had slept. As it did so,
a sardonic smile settled on its now passably handsome features. It
had been centuries since it had last been called, but now that it was
awake, it planned to have some fun.
———–
Back
in the place where human dwell, Jordan was moody and miserable, both
emotions made worse by the constant stinging throb in his now much
punished bottom. He felt sore, he felt humiliated and on top of all
that, he felt hot. The brief respite of the cooler morning had
passed and the steamy mid – summer temperatures had returned with a
vengeance.
Being
young and in good shape, Jordan was not usually affected by hot
weather, but even he was suffering in this level of heat and
humidity, not least because the hot weather seemed to make the fire
in his butt even more painful.
It
was as if hell fire had been unleashed and was heating the very air,
as a result, Jordan was in a Hellish mood.
His
backside had been stinging ever since those damn injections that
morning, followed by hard and embarrassing bare bottom, hand
spanking, from the Coach. Weirdly, the burning sensation was not
fading, in fact, if anything, it was getting worse, how was that even
possible?!
The
heat, and the pain in his rump were not the only reasons Jordan had
cut class that afternoon. Now that everyone in the school knew what
had happened to him in the locker room, and were probably already
being informed of his latest humiliation, attending a class full of
grinning and giggling students was an embarrassing and humiliating
experience.
It
was intolerable that everyone knew what had happened to him, and the
damage to his fragile ego would take a long time to heal, even after
most people had forgotten. He could only be grateful that so few
people knew that his father had been spanking him every night,
Jordan’s younger brothers knew, but they also knew what would happen
to them if they dared to reveal it!
A
strong desire to escape from the whispering and scornful glances, as
well as relief from the city heat, had led Jordan to jump on his
motorbike and ride out of the city into the open countryside and into
a large forest beyond.
On
the weekend, the forest, which was a national park would have been
full of hikers and tourists, however, as it was now midweek, Jordan
found that, as expected, apart from an occasional passing car, he was
alone, which was now the way he wanted it.
Jordan
was not a natural nature lover, but trees and bushes did not know
what had happened to him, they did not giggle, point and snigger at
his humiliation, so right now he preferred the company of trees to
that of human beings.
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Turning
off the main road through the centre of the forest he followed a
narrow pathway until he reached a small river. Jordan stopped his
motorbike and got off, before pulling a pack of cigarettes from the
pocket of his shorts.
He
lit a cigarette and took in a long drag of smoke. Only an occasional
smoker, this made him cough and he angrily threw the still lit
cigarette aside and walked on, careless of the fire risk in the
summer dried forest.
A
few hundred yards from him, the river flowed into a large pool,
almost the size of a small lake, before flowing on through the woods.
On this scorching hot day, the cool water looked very tempting,
however, there was a clearly visible “NO SWIMMING” sign on
the other bank.
Fuck
That!” thought Jordan, “Who’s here to see me? It’s fucking hot,
and I feel like a swim! To hell with their damn rules”
With
that, he swiftly slipped off his T-shirt, shorts and sneakers, all of
which he dumped unceremoniously into the grass, then, when naked, he
ran to the edge of the pond and waded in.
The
pond was deep and the water a cool and refreshing respite the
ferocious heat of the day. As a champion level swimmer, Jordan was
in his favourite element, and his beautiful, fit, lithe and supple
body shimmied through the water like a young otter, easily completing
laps of the pool and diving deep under water.
For
a brief while Jordan could forget the humiliation and sore bottom
which currently beset his life and enjoy doing the one thing at which
he really excelled.
Finally,
Jordan pulled himself out of the water and climbed onto a large rock
on the bank. The spurt of rigorous exercise has relaxed him and he
lay down on his stomach to sunbathe for a while. 
 
His
body might feel relaxed , but his mind was still buzzing with the
trauma of the last few days. As he lay there he remembered that he
was due for another spanking from his Dad later that day, and another
the next day. Then on Friday, he was supposed to return to the
doctor for more injections in his backside, there was no way of
getting out of that, he knew the coach would make sure he attended.
As the implications of his situation swirled through his brain he put
his head in his hand, a look of pure desperation on his handsome
face.
Suddenly,
despite his anxiety, he began to feel drowsy. Although he was a fit
and healthy 18 year old, the stress of the last few days had been
exhausting, and within moments of closing his eyes, he had fallen
asleep.
As
he slept, the noon day sun became gradually hotter and hotter and
it’s rays grew more and more intense as the burning ultraviolet shone
down on the land below and onto Jordan’s naked slumbering body.
Of
course, as Jordan spent many hours outside in the sunshine, wearing
just his speedos, his body was well tanned and largely immune from
the more harmful effects of the sun. However, one part of him was
not. The part of him which lay between his golden tan-lines, and
which was usually covered by a protective layer of nylon and spandex
was still winter white and, given recent events, even more tender
than normal.
That
part of him, his little bare white bottom. Was now fully exposed and
directly in the path of the sun’s rays. As the fearsome southern sun
blazed down on Jordan’s naked behind, the snow white, baby soft skin,
began to grow pinker and pinker.
An
hour later Jordan awoke, and quickly became aware of a burning
sensation to his butt cheeks, which were now very tender and quite
badly sunburned. He jumped he feet and peered back over his shoulder
at his considerably reddened backside “DAMN and FUCK IT!” he
thought, that was the last thing he needed right now, especially as
his Dad had threatened him with yet another spanking the coming
evening.
CAN’T
YOU READ?!” a loud gruff voice rang out, causing him to jump
forward and nearly fall of the rock. He spun round to see an angry
faced forest ranger glaring at him.
Didn’t
you see this sign?!” the ranger pointed to the sign which Jordan
had ignored “There are dangerous currents in this river, you could
have drowned!” 
 
That’s
BS!” sneered Jordan “ I was in the rock pool, anyway I am a
strong swimmer!”
That
doesn’t give you the right to break the rules…. or wander around in
a public place bare butt naked!”
Until
then Jordan had forgotten he was nude, he glanced quickly around, and
realised that the ranger was standing between him and his clothes.
What’s
it to you?” Sneered Jordan “I….”
Before
any further words had left Jordan’s mouth, the ranger had stepped
forward and grabbed hold of him by the arm. “Don’t you be
disrespecting me!” he snarled. He pointed to his badge “I’ll show
you what happens to impudent young pups who disrespect this badge!”
The
ranger strode towards a fallen tree trunk, pulling the protesting
Jordan after him. He sat down and with one powerful movement pulled
the unlucky young athlete over his knee. 
 
Where
I come from, when a young varmint like you disrespects the law he
ends up with a butt hotter than a jackrabbit’s tail in a pepper
patch!” He looked down at Jordan’s bare bottom perched temptingly
of his knee “Which is just how that cute little white …. um ..
pink … tail is gonna’ feel when I am done with it!”
With
that the ranger began to give Jordan yet another spanking. The long,
sweep through swing of his arm, and the almost lazy body language
belying the force of his blows.
However,
Jordan was under no illusion as to how hard the Ranger’s slaps were
are they assaulted his upturned rear end. Smack after smack landing
hard on the extra tender, sun burnt, cheeks with a sound not unlike
an artillery discharge.
OOWW!!”
yelled Jordan, “Please Officer Stop!! I didn’t see the OWWW sign
….. I OWWCH … didn’t see the sign!” he lied.
However,
the grinning Ranger showed no intention of stopping, and in fact,
increased the force of his slaps in response to the young swimmer’s
lies.
Meanwhile,
and unnoticed to both Jordan and the ranger, Jordan’s discarded denim
shorts were gradually being swarmed by a troop of fire ants from the
nest beneath where he had carelessly tossed them. The tiny creatures
crawled all over the short blue pants, most, by pure coincidence (of
course) assembling in the seat area.
Whilst
the swarm of small stinging insects continued to take up residence in
his pants, over by the river bank the spanking continued until
Jordan’s bottom glowed red with the officer’s hand prints, at which
point, when he was satisfied that the boy would not be sitting down
easily for quite a while, the Ranger shoved Jordan off his lap and
stood up. “Let that be a lesson to you youngun!” he said “In
future you obey lawful instructions! That sign is there for a
reason!”
Meanwhile,
Jordan began crawling across the ground clutching his burning
butt cheeks, oblivious to the comical spectacle he was creating. “My
ass is on fire!” he moaned plaintively.
It
will hurt a lot worse than that if I catch you breaking park rules
again!” snapped the Ranger, the stern tone belied by the amused
twinkle in his eye “Now put your clothes on get on that flashy bike
of yours and head on back to the city!”
Then
the Ranger mounted his own motorbike, gave Jordan a contemptuous mock
salute and rode off down the forest trail, while a glowering and
resentful Jordan watched him leave. The Spanking on his sun singed
bottom was really stinging like crazy, why did this keep happening to
him?!!!
He
stomped over to where he had left his clothes, picked up his shorts,
without looking at them, and quickly put them on. Within seconds he
was to realise what a big mistake this was, his shorts were full of
fire ants, especially the seat area hugging his just spanked bottom.
The ants, of course, did what ants do when they are threatened, or
have their space invaded and immediately began to bite.
AAAAGHHHH!”
screamed Jordan as two dozen tiny but ferocious insects began sinking
their sharp jaws into his bottom expelling acid like venom as they
did so “AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!”
Jordan
jumped up and down, yelling out in pain as the angry little ants kept
furiously biting at him. He struggled with the button of his shorts,
but it would not budge. It was as if some mysterious external force
was holding it firmly in place and preventing him from stripping off
his ant invaded shorts. 
 
AAAAAGGGHH!!”
Yelled Jordan “I’m being eaten alive!!” he continued to
frantically struggle with the button of his increasingly tight
shorts, but it would not give way. “Make them stop!! make them
stop!!” he screamed, but only the trees heard him. There was only
one option, he had to drown the vicious little beasts.
Frantic
to stop the biting, Jordan ran back to the river bank, he dived into
the water and sat chest deep in the shallower area near the bank,
submerging his bottom and shorts until the ants finally stopped
biting. 
 
Jordan
signed in relief, as the cool water gave some much needed soothing to
the stinging of his sunburn, spanked and insect stung bottom!
I
TOLD YOU TO KEEP OUT OF THAT WATER!!!
” and angry voice roared
from the river bank. The Ranger, who had appeared to leave the scene
had, in fact, doubled back an instinct alerting him to to check that
Jordan was behaving himself.
My
pants were full of ants!!” wailed Jordan “They were eating me
alive!”
However
the Ranger was in no mood to listen to excuses, Jordan had broken the
park rules again and there would be consequences! “Come here now
boy!
” he ordered.
There
was a note in the Ranger’s voice which demanded obedience, so,
reluctantly, and with an overwhelming sense of doom, Jordan waded to
the bank. The moment he reached the bank the Ranger grabbed him by
the ear and dragged him onto dry land. As he did so, Jordan’s
shorts, which, only minutes before had been so tight he could not get
out of them, fell down around his ankles, leaving him naked once
again.
Still
holding firmly to Jordan’s ear, the Ranger pulled him towards the
path, forcing him to stumble out of his shorts, which were then left,
together with his t-shirt and sneakers were left together back by the
river bank.
What
is your address boy?” snapped the Ranger
W…Why
do you need that?” stammered Jordan
Don’t
Mess with me youngun’!” yelled the offer “address now!”
7
…um … 727 Parkfield!” replied the unhappy young swimmer.
Fine!
That’s where we are going!” with that he pushed Jordan face down
across his motorbike, and the straddled the seat behind him, trapping
Jordan between his bulging groin and the steering column of the bike.
He then slammed his booted foot down on the pedal, revered the
powerful engine and and began to ride the bike, with it’s unhappy
cargo back up the track towards the road.
Jordan
frantically looked back at his own bike, still leaning against the
tree. “My bike!!” he yelled.
Forget
that boy!” laughed the Ranger, “You have much bigger things to
worry about than your old bike”
With
that he increased the throttle and sped off down the track, leaving
Jordan’s clothes and his prized new Yamaha where it was.
The
Ranger’s own motorbike, with the bare bottomed Jordan draped across
it was soon past the track and onto the main road out of the forest,
before joining the free-way back towards town. Once again, Jordan
could not believe the horror of what was happening to him, once again
he was in an embarrassing and exposed position, with a bright red
bare bottom on delay, and once again he had the sinking feeling in
the pit of his stomach that things were about to get even worse.
Jordan
was right, it was about to get worse.
Although
they could have reached Jordan’s home via quieter side roads, the
Ranger chose the more public route through the centre of town, thus
ensuring that far more people got to stare and laugh at the one time
top jock on campus’s latest humiliation.
When
a group of young men who Jordan knew from the sports club began
cheering the passing spectacle, the mortified lad lowered his head
and closed his eyes in shame. His instinct was to try and leap from
the bike and escape, but he was held in place by the pressure of the
Ranger’s bulging groin and rock like thighs, against the bike’s metal
steering column.
It
was then that he became aware of large hard object pressing into his
side, and realised with helpless outrage that his captor was actually
enjoying humiliating him.
Finally,
after having taken a long and very public diversion, the they turned
into Parkfield drive, where the Draper family lived. On reaching the
house, the Ranger dismounted, pulled the naked Jordan off the bike,
and led him to the front door.
The
Ranger knocked hard on the front door, and then rang the bell, but
there was no immediate answer, and Jordan began to hope that for once
he would escape further punishment, perhaps the Ranger would leave
him there, so he could get dressed before anyone else saw him, and
then work out how to bet his new bike back before his dad found
…ou….. Before he could finish the thought, Jordan’s bad luck
continued.
can
I help you officer!” asked Mr Draper appearing suddenly from the
side of the house “Jordan …. where are your clothes?”
Before
the, now very miserable Jordan, could reply the Ranger had answered
for him, telling Mr, Draper that Jordan had left his clothes
littering the countryside so that he could break park rules by
swimming in a dangerous river.
After
the Ranger had finished Mr. Draper turned to Jordan, the expression
on his face thunderous “I can’t trust you out of the house for five
minutes boy!!” he bellowed! “You know what is going happen now
don’t you?!!”
No
Dad please!” wailed Jordan, “my as… bottom is really sore
already, you spanked me this morning, then I got sun burn, then the
ranger guy spanked, then all these ants ……!!!”
Don’t
argue with me boy!” Barked. Mr Draper “Officer, please bring him
round to the garage, there are some people who need to see this!!”
Jordan’s
father then led the Ranger, with the unhappy Jordan in tow, his
father’s last words “Some people who need to see this …” still
ringing in his head….
TO
BE CONTINUED SOON

The Shaman’s Revenge (Part 6)

The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 6”
Characteristically,
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.
Jordan
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!”
He
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.
Where
are you going Jordan?! Asked the coach, “I believe you are supposed
to be seeing the doctor this morning …. for some booster
injections?!”
I
…I ..er ..I…” replied Jordan, his eyes darting from side to
side, in search of escape, but there was none.
I
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!”
Jordan
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.
Jordan’s
heart sank, it was clear there would be no way of avoiding those
painful injections.
Minutes
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
Ah
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
examination room.”
Jordan
failed to pick up on the word “us” in the Doctor’s instruction,
but balked at the implied requirement for nudity “All my clothes?”
he groaned
Yes!”
replied the doctor, his tone clipped and efficient “ALL your
clothes!” he frowned “And be quick about it!, we haven’t got all
day!”
Do
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!”
His
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.
Once
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.
Now
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.
His,
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.
What
are they doing here?” Jordan demanded, outraged that these two
should see him naked like this.
Milton
and Martin here are studying human anatomy prior to going on to
medical school!” replied the Doctor “they are here to observe
your examination!”
Examination??!!”
Jordan’s voice had become slightly high pitched.
I
am concerned by the results of your earlier tests!” replied the
Doctor “And I have determined that you require an anal examination
…”
A
what?!” cried Jordan “No Fuc …. No way!!” 

“Do
not use that tone when speaking to the Doctor young man!” boomed
the coach “The Doctor knows what’s best!”
I
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!”
No!”
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!
Jordan
Draper!” shouted coach “Get on that table now, or you will regret
it!”
His
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.
But
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
no!!
Dr
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.
Mortified,
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.
The
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.
Stay
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?”
The
watching boys both giggle audibly at this question.
No…
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
something!”
The
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
agree.
The
coach leaned forward to take a closer look. “Well, indeed” he
said “that is bruised ….what have you been doing boy?”
It
got stuck up there!” moaned Jordan in an agony of embarrassment “it
was an accident”
I
see …!!” The Doctor did not sound convinced “I need to check
further up the passage!” he said
No
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
inside. 
 
The
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
Doctor’s finger.
Hmmm!”
Said the doctor “It is very tight! … are you trying to squeeze my
finger Jordan?”
….no!”
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.
It
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!
The
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.
With
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.
Thanks
Martin, and the petroleum jelly too please!” Smiled the Doctor
W…what
…is that for?” asked Jordan, his voice having developed a quiver.
It’s
a medical probe” replied the Doctor, “it will enable us to see
further up your bottom and ensure there are no problems!”
You
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.
Stay
where you are!” commanded the coach “this is for your your own
good ……. and if I hear you swear again you will be sorry!”
Unable
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
it.
So
intent was Jordan on the large metal object, that he failed to notice
the a faint grin pass across the Doctor’s face.
Jordan
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.
Once
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
shut.
The
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.
With
one further firm push the shaft was in, and Jordan gave an audible
gasp of shock as it entered.
Relax,
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
Jordan.
Jordan
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.
Once
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.
Still
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.
The
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.
After
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?”
Yes
please Doc” replied Martin quickly stepping forward “that will be
…. most informative!”
NO!”
yelled Jordan looking back over his shoulder at the beaming boys
I
told you to behave!” snapped the Coach pointing a wagging finger at
Jordan “these boys are merely getting an education!”
Martin
took the probe and torch from the doctor, and proceeded to push the
metal tube back into Jordan. “It is very tight!” he said
Try
pushing it back and forth as you insert it” replied the Doctor
helpfully “that should loosen it up!”
Martin
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. 
 
It
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.
The
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.
Therefore,
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.
To
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 ………..??!!
He
frantically tried to think of something, anything to take his mind
off the sensation and stop what was happening.
However,
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.
That’s
enough of that!” he said “It’s time for Jordan’s injections!”
At
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.
After
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.
Jordan
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
…….OWWWCH!!!!!”
The
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.
The
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!” 
 
Holding
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
.. 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
gripped.
Even
so, the coach asked for assistance “Will one of you boys help me
hold him down please.!”
This
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.
No,
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.
Jordan
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
That’s
one!” said the doctor, withdrawing the needle with a faint grin as
he thought of the impact that single jab would have “Just one
more!”
May
I try Sir?!!” said Martin quickly “it will be very ……
educational”
Fuck
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!!”
The
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
quickly!”
Martin
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.
He
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.
AAAAAGGGHOOOW!”
Jordan let out a yell of pain “YOU’RE DEAD FUCKER!…. I WILL GET
YOU FOR THAT!!”
I
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!!”
Excuse
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!”
The
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!”
Awww,
please no Coach!” wailed Jordan “My butt’s real sore from those
injections…”
Good!”
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!
AAOOWW!”
I am sorry Coach “I didn’t …OWWWW! .. mean it!”
However,
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.
As
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
As
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
time soon.
To
be continued …….