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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!!
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The Shaman’s Revenge (Part 9)

The
Shaman’s Revenge (Part 9)
Chase
Colby had just returned home after a very bad day, there had been a
lot of bad days recently, but that day had been one of the worst as
he had just lost the second job in three month. Chase’s boss. Will
Bryant, the Caretaker at Capsaicin College, had eventually tired of
the lazy young fool’s constant lateness and shoddy workmanship and
sacked him.
This
was a big problem for Chase as he needed the money. Due to his poor
credit rating he had needed to borrow money from a loan shark, and
the interest was very high, if he could repay the debt the lender was
likely to become very unpleasant.
More
significantly, on his scale of importance, Chase liked having money
in his pocked, it was a lot easier to ball chicks when a guy had
money.
Despite
his financial concerns, however, Chase had still spent part of the
cash he had left on beer and some high quality weed from a dealer he
knew. He figured that a drink and a smoke would take his mind off
his troubles.

As
soon as the handsome young wastrel got home, he stripped naked and
spent ten minutes under a shower, the hot soapy water providing a
welcome balm to his lithe and tanned, perfectly formed but tense and
aching body.
Finally
stepping out of the shower and drying himself, he padded, still
naked, into the studio bedroom of his tiny apartment, and turned on
his huge “Ghetto blaster” style portable radio, tuned to a
station which played his favourite heavy rock music 24/7, then opened
a first bottle of beer, which he swiftly downed and followed with a
second. 

He then threw himself face down on the bed and rolled
himself a joint from the marijuana he had purchased earlier that day.
After
a few puffs of the expensive weed, Chase began to feel mellow and
relaxed, he leaned over and turned up the music as high as it would
go, yelling “Yeah man!” as he did so.
Chase
planned to only play the music for an hour or so, since the incident
with the wasps, which he was superstitiously convinced the weird old
East European man upstairs had something to do with, he had made sure
the he did not make any noise after 10:30 at night, when he believed
the old man went to bed.
His
good behaviour motivated by fear rather than good neighbourliness,
Chase had intended to do the same that night. However, the drugs
which his pusher had sold him was a lot more powerful than usual,
and the effect was intensified by combining it with the strong beer
he had just drunk. As a result, within twenty minutes of lighting
the first joint, the unlucky young hunk had fallen fast asleep.
Chase
would be unconscious for the next eleven hours, although he did not
sleep peacefully, as his dreams were troubled by the same reoccurring
nightmare, in which he was running naked through an endless field of
corn, pursued by a swarm of giant and angry hornets, all intent on
stinging his bare behind.
Throughout
the long hours of hours of the night, the loud rock music continued
to blare out of the huge speakers wired to his ghetto blaster. The
noise was so loud, it smothered all other sounds, including his
elderly upstairs neighbour furiously hammering on the floor, and
threatening Chase with every agony that Hell had in store for him.
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Whilst
Chase still slept, elsewhere in town, Jordan Draper had risen early,
and was up to no good. Before anyone else was awake he slipped out of
the house and hurried quietly across the road to the old McKinny
house, where the ranger was living, and he was intent on doing harm
in some way, although he had not yet decided what way.
After
the events of the last two days, it had become clear to Jordan that
having the ranger for a neighbour was really bad news for him, and
likely to get worse. He had to get rid of the ranger, or find some
way of stopping him from causing trouble.
Various
ideas went through his head, perhaps he could find evidence of bad
deeds on the rangers part, which Jordan could use to blackmail the
officer into leaving town. It seemed obvious that a guy who took
such obvious pleasure in spanking a guy, and sticking needles in his
ass, had to be some sort of pervert, maybe there would be some
evidence of perversion in the house, which Jordan could use.
Failing
that, if the hose “accidentally” caught fire, the ranger would
have to more, or even better, the ranger might be trapped inside the
house when it burnt down.
With
vengeance also on his mind, the thought of the ranger burning to
death …. slowly ….. was not an unattractive prospect to Jordan at
that moment!
Once
at the back of the old McKinny house, Jordan looked around for the
best way to get in, and noticed that a small skylight window in the
basement appeared to be unlocked. He pushed it with his foot and it
gave way. The window was unlocked, and it was just large enough for
him to squeeze through.
After
furtively glancing around to check that there was nobody watching,
Jordan climbed through the window and, with the agility of a young
fawn, jumped down to the floor below. The Mckinny basement was not
one of those which had been remodelled into a trendy residential
space, or underground games room, but instead it was the old style
storage space beneath the house, with a stained concrete floor,
exposed rafters and a single light bulb hanging on a wire from the
ceiling.
He
saw a light switch and turned on the single light, so as to be able
to better see where he was. As he did so, Jordan noticed an unlit
furnace and some cans of gasoline on one side of the room, these
would be useful if he did decide to burn down the house. However,
first he needed to find a way into the main living, and began
creeping towards a set of stone stairs leading to a doorway.
However,
it was at this point that things became surreal, as suddenly, there
was a sound like a rushing wind around his feet, and then, to his
amazement his feet left the floor, as if some strange force was
lifting him up and tipping him forward, but instead of falling
towards the floor, he began floating upwards towards the ceiling, as
if his body was defying gravity.
 
“What
the f….?” gasped Jordan, unable to fully comprehend what was
happening to him. He had once seen a show featuring a magician
seemingly levitating his assistant, but he was sure that was faked.
Whereas this was really happening. He reached out to grab at a
central pillar in an attempt to steady himself, but it was out of his
reach, and he just kept steadily rising like some weightless
astronaut.
If
that was not bizarre enough, suddenly first one shoe slipped off his
feet and fell to the floor followed by a second, then his jeans
became became strangely loose and began falling down his legs.
Jordan grabbed out to stop the jeans coming off totally, but it was
too late, as they had already slipped down his legs and joined the
shoes in a crumpled pile of blue denim on the floor.
Jordan
could not believe what was happening to him, this shit couldn’t be
for real, he must be asleep and dreaming.
What
happened next made his realise with 100% certainty that he was wide
awake. He was now naked from the waste down, and as he continued to
float upwards , his exposed bare bottom was getting closer and closer
to the glowing light bulb. Of course as the light bulb was behind
him, Jordan was unaware that he was gliding towards it, until the hot
glass sphere touched the tender skin between his butt cheeks.
“AAAAGHHH!”
screamed Jordan “That’s FUCKING HOT!!!” indeed the bulb was very
hot, and inexplicably seemed to be getting hotter and hotter as it
rubbed against Jordan’s most tender and sensitive area. Then as if
two large invisible hands had grasped each butt cheek, and spread
them open, so that the glowing light bulb slipped between them, and
was soon pressed against the puckering pink rim of his anus.
“YYYYEEEEEOOOOOOOOO”” screamed Jordan as the bulb continued to
heat up. “Someone help me!!”
Although,
it seemed much longer, Jordan’s anus was, in fact, only in contact
with the bulb for a matter of seconds, but it was long enough to
singe the tender skin.
Then,
as if whatever had lifted him up was weakening its grip, Jordan began
descending back towards floor. Then suddenly, inanimate objects
which had been lying about the basement, seem to come to life, and
fly towards him, swirling around his backside and legs in a spectacle
reminiscent of some clever cartoon animation. However, their purpose
seemed altogether less innocent than most cartoons.
First
a pair of hard soled old arm boots flew at Jordan as he still floated
down before the left boot delivered a massive kick to his uplifted
backside, sending him flying forward, and causing one of his socks to
fall off. The right boot then kicked Jordan’s other butt cheek,
causing his second sock to fall off and Jordan to let out a further
cry of pain.
Next,
an old garden rake flew at this him and began jabbing his bottom with
it’s sharp prongs. Sometimes it jabbed the butt cheeks and sometimes
it jabbed between. Now on the floor, Jordan, tried crawling out of
range of the needle like prongs, but the fork followed him, still
jabbing away.
In
some way that Jordan couldn’t quite understand, as he crawled, his
hooded sweat shirt, also fell off, leaving him naked.
However,
for all their bruising kicks and jabbing thrusts. The boots and the
garden fork were mere warm up acts compared to the next object
which was to assault the young athlete’s punished posterior.
Although smaller than the other items, who knew that a common plastic
bristled bottle brush could have such a devastating impact, if
inserted where it was about to thrust itself. 
 
First
the brush spun in circles, as if taking aim, then, with the
trajectory of a speeding bullet, it shot towards the unlucky young
athlete’s raised bottom, pushed between his buttocks, forcing open
the tight pink orifice between, and penetrating deep inside Jordan,
until every plastic bristle had vanished from view, and only the long
wire handle protruded from between the quivering cheeks.
Jordan,
a look of wide eyed shock on his face, opened his mouth to cry out,
but no sound came, and a silent scream echoed round the shabby
basement. He was like a frozen statue kneeling in an all fours “doggy
position” as the full enormity of the horror sunk in.
The
bristles of the bottle brush were only plastic, so they were not, in
reality, tearing his flesh, they just felt as if they were was.
However, it we not just the pain which further discomforted Jordan,
the bristles seemed to be pricking against every nerve end within in
his lower body, sending electric like pulses, similar to touching an
especially sensitive tooth, through his tense young body.
This
was causing sensations, he had never felt before, and never wished to
feel again. There are many straight men who derive secret pleasure
from anal penetration, but Jordan was not one of these men, for him
the sensation was nightmarish and incapacitating.
He
reached back, took hold of the wire handle and attempted to pull the
brush out if it’s new socket. However, the shock had caused his rear
passage to involuntarily tighten, with the result that the brush was
gripped firmly and would not budge.
A
flood or rational and and irrational thoughts washed back and forth
through his mind, he could understand very little of what had
happened within the last few frantic minutes, however the one stark
reality was that he needed to get this ghastly alien object removed
from his body, and for that, however embarrassing it might be, it
meant he had to find help.
He
attempted to stand up, but found he could not, as any attempt to
stand straight caused the bottle brush inside him to push against
nerves and muscle, causing an almost Sciatica like paralysis, which
kept him bent double. There was no way that he could either mount
the stairs, or climb back out the window, if he was stuck in this
position.
As
he lay on the floor, effectively immobilised, the full nightmare
reality of his predicament became clear, he was trapped, stark naked
in the basement of an officer of the law, who obviously wished him
ill and who’s home he had just broken into. And top top it all, he
had a bottle brush wedged up his ass.
With
mounting horror Jordan realised that he was, well and truly, and
indeed literally, fucked!
To
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The Shaman’s Revenge (Part 8)

The
Shaman’s Revenge (Part 8)
Very
reluctantly, and with a glum expression on his handsome face, Jordan
slunk down the road, heading towards the College infirmary,
accompanied by the now casually dressed Ranger, whom Jordan’s Dad had
irritatingly asked to accompany his son to his medical appointment.
Although it was yet another hot day, Jordan wore an extra sweater
over his T-Shirt and, instead of shorts he was wearing jeans. He had
felt the urgent need to cover his body when in Officer Tartarus’s
presence , as the way the Ranger looked at him, with that
sardonically amused twinkle in his dark eyes made the younger man
feel very exposed.
In
any event, the ranger had seen more than enough of his body already!
“You
and me are gonna’ have tons of fun, now I am your neighbour!” said
the Ranger, his friendly words somewhat belied by the cruel twist of
his lips “just you wait an’ see!”
“If
you say so!” muttered Jordan, very much doubting that any time
spent with this new neighbour would come anywhere close to being
“fun”
After
what seemed like no time they were in the main hallway leading to the
College medical facility and Jordan made one final attempt to avoid
the inevitable “Okay ..uh … Sir!” he said “there’s no need
for you to wait around, In can take it from here..”
“No
chance Buddy!” smiled the Ranger “I promised your Daddy I would
see you all the way to the doctor, and that is what I an gonna’ do!”
he pointed to the infirmary door, “after you kid!”
Jodan’s
shoulder’s slumped even more, he knew there was no escaping from what
was coming.
Once
they entered the main medical room, they saw the Doctor sitting on a
chair, apparently reading some notes. he looked up “Ah! Jordan”
he said “You are on time for once … and who is this you have
brought with you?”
“Officer
Caleb Tartarus!” replied the
ranger “but you can call me ‘Ranger’, I am acting guardian, just
here to see that young Jordie got here safely”
Jordan
cringed, nobody had called him “Jordie” in over a decade, and he
hated the name.
“Tartarus?”
asked the Doctor “I am sure I have come across that name before …
is it of Greek origin?
The
Ranger raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn’t respond to the
question, instead he asked “As I understand it, Jordie needs some
injections in his little bottom?”
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“Indeed!”
replied the Doctor “Jordan, I would like to discuss the results of
your latest tests, but first you need to remove your clothes!”
“Aww
Doc! Why do I need to be naked?” Jordan groaned “couldn’t I just
loosen my pants a bit?!”
“The
Doc says you gotta’ git naked fella’!” interjected the Ranger “so
do as you’re told and git stripped! … now!”
“Do
as you are told young man!” added the doctor
Glumly
Jordan began removing his clothes, his mood sinking even further
towards the floor. He had always been proud of his body, but now he
had come to hate being exposed, especially in front of the grinning
clown of a ranger.
As
instructed Jordan removed all his clothes until he was naked, apart
from his white socks, and stood in front of the two men, feeling like
some sort of exhibit, or a slave about to be auctioned to the highest
bidder.
The
doctor then looked back down to the notes he had been studying “I
regret we are going to need to increase your treatment Jordan!” he
said
“In
in …increase…” stammered Jordan “you mean … like ..
more?!” he stepped back and immediately felt the ranger’s
restraining hand on his shoulder.
“The
initial prescription was too conservative I am afraid” frowned Dr
Schultz “We will need to extend the treatment for a further week
and increase the dosage to two injections in each cheek, three times
a week!”
“You
have got to be fucking kidding me!!” yelled Jordan, his voice a
shrill with a mixture and anger and fear “I getting out of here!”
he attempted to reach for his clothes, but the ranger’s grip
tightened, holding him firmly in place.
“You
are not going anywhere Buddy” growled the ranger, the menace in his
voice unmistakable.
However,
Jordan was beyond being intimidated “Fucking let go of me! I ain’t
taking any more needles in the butt …NO WAY!!” he snarled
furiously attempting to struggle free and aiming a blow at the
Ranger’s chiselled jaw, but succeeded only in hurting his hand, as
the ranger continued to hold him firmly.
Meanwhile,
the Doctor strode across the room and also took hold of Jordan’s arm,
and between them the two men forced him face down onto a small
medical trolley, as the young swimmer continued to struggle protest
and kick.
“We
need to tie the varmit down!” said the Ranger “I guess you don’t
have any rope handy?”
“would
this do the job?” replied the doctor producing two large rolls of
plastic wrap “A smart salesman sold six boxes of this stuff to my
assistant, saying it could be used for bandaging serious burns!”
“Looks
more like something I’d wrap a ham sandwich in!” replied the Ranger
“but, yup! That should do it!”
Whilst
the ranger held the yelling Jordan down the Doctor used his bandaging
skills to swiftly wrap the plastic cling film wrap around Jordan and
the trolley, until he was firmly secured.
Once
the Ranger was satisfied that Jordan was wrapped tightly, and could
not free himself, he stepped back studied their handiwork with a sly
grin on his face. “Now, I’d say that is a perfect target!” he
drawled grinning at Jordan’ fully exposed and now uplifted bare
bottom “If I say so myself!” he winked at the Doctor “and
provides you with full access for whatever you have to do!”
He
then turned and picked up one of the four syringes which the Doctor
had prepared in advance of Jordan’s visit and a malevolent sneer
began to spread across his face “Say Doc” he asked “have you
ever played darts?”
“Years
ago” replied the Doctor, “but not since my freshman year”
“American
darts or British Darts?” asked the Ranger
“American
I think..”
“They
are similar, ‘cept the dart board is different ..” he paused “and
we have a very different dart board today” he pointed at Jordan’s
bottom.
“What
do you mean …?”
The
ranger held out a syringe “You wanna’ have a go at hitting the
target?” he asked
Realising
what the Ranger meant the Doctor smiled nervously “Are you
serious… that’s a bit unconventional…” he replied
“unconventional
but sure to be fun … if not so much fun for young Jordie Boy!”
laughed the Ranger, there was no doubting he was serious
Jordan
had not taken much note of the conversation, being more focused on
unsuccessfully attempting to extradite from the plastic wrap
attaching him to the metal trolley, but the words “not much fun for
young Jordie boy” attracted his immediate attention. He struggled
to comprehend what the Ranger was talking about, without being able
to turn round he could not see the man’s face, but was sure it would
be wearing the characteristic cruel grin. He guessed the Ranger had
something nasty in mind, but could never have imagined what his new
neighbour had planned for him.
“I
am not sure about this …” chucked the doctor, his professional
ethics fighting a losing battle with his excitement at what was being
proposed!
“Let
me show you!” said Ranger Tartarus,
lifting the syringe in the air, closing one eye, whilst taking air,
and then threw the syringe hard and skilfully at Jordan.
Jordan
let out a shriek of pain as the needle jammed hard into the lower
part of his left butt cheek. Any injection is painful, but when the
impact is the result of the needle being thrown hard and from a
distance, the sensation was magnified ten fold. “What are you
Fucking ####s doing? … that fucking HURTS!!”
“Oh
good shot! Laughed Dr Schultz, his ethical reluctance evaporating
with his desire to emulate the Ranger. “Let me have a go!”
“Here
you are” Tartarus handed a second syringe to the doctor, whilst at
the same time picking up a third “meanwhile I will see it I can get
the right butt cheek!”
With
that, he threw the syringe he had just taken straight at Jordan,
hitting the target hard in the right butt cheek, resulting in another
yell of pain from the unlucky young athlete plastic wrapped securely
to the medical trolley.
“My
turn … my turn!” cried the Doctor, his childlike excitement
belying his thirty eight years of life and characteristic mature
professionalism. He took aim and threw the third syringe which
again pierced their unhappy target’s left cheek.
“One
more!” Laughed Officer Tartarus, raising his hand and letting lose
his final “dart”
The
impact of the fourth syringe jabbing into his burning behind made
Jordan lurch forward, which in turn caused the trolley’s wheels to
start turning as the trolley began rolling towards the door, picking
up speed as it did so. Jordan’s head hit the door, acting like a
medieval battering ram and throwing it open.
The
trolley, with the unhappy cling wrapped cargo on top, sped through
the door and out into the main hall.
It
was then when another of the unlucky coincidences, which had plagued
Jordan’s life over recent days kicked in, as the college janitor had
only just washed the floor, using a new wax based detergent, which,
while still wet, as it was then, made the floor extremly slippery.
As soon as the wheels of the trolley hit the wet floor, the speed of
its trajectory increased sending it hurtling across the hallway in
the direction of an open window.

The
Janitor gasped in stunned amazement at the sight which greeted him. A
naked young male, strapped to a medial trolley with with what
appeared to be sandwich wrap, and with four medical syringes sticking
unto his butt cheeks trundling across the just washed hallway at
escalating speed, was not something he had ever expected to see, or
something he would soon forget.
When
the trolley hit the wall on the other side of the hallway it bounced
upwards and tipped forward, sending itself and Jordan flying through
the window. The force of the collision caused the plastic wrap to
tear, separating Jordan from the trolley, as they both briefly seemed
to hover in the air, before hurtling towards the ground below.
The
window was on the fourth floor and Jordan knew for sure that a fall
from such a height would inevitably cause either death or serious
injury. He closed his eyes in blind terror and tensed his body for
the bone shattering impact to come, as the events of the last two
weeks sped through his mind. His run of bad luck had clearly been
leading up to this fatal conclusion.
In
fact, instead of being killed or injured, Jordan was to experience
the first instance of good luck he he had encountered for some time.
However, the degree to which this luck was “good” was somewhat
relative.
Instead
of hitting the hard ground below, Jordan’s fall was was broken by
landing in a garbage dumpster full of waste from the College canteen.
A mixture of rotten fruit, rancid pork and week old discarded bread
and pasta provided a soft landing, if a rather unpleasant one,
especially for someone with Jordan’s fastidious tastes.
The
weight of his body caused him to sink into the foul smelling mush,
which absorbed his body from head to waist, leaving his lower body
and cling film wrapped legs now uppermost and sticking into the air.
Although
his head was in a pocked of unpleasant smelling air, enabling him to
breath, the rotten mush above held him firmly like quick sand, and
the more he struggled the more firmly it seemed to grasp him.
Despite
his predicament, Jordan’s survival instinct kicked in and he realised
that continuing to struggle could cause the air pocket to collapse,
in which case he would suffocate.
His
only option was to stay still and hope that the air would last long
enough for him to be rescued.
Unfortunately
for Jordan, it was over half an hour before rescue came. And for all
of that half hour Jordan remained upside down encased in rotting food
waste with four medical syringes jabbing painfully into his uplifted
bottom, as Dr Shultz’s special serum gradually drained down the
needles into his backside, where it would only add to the further
discomforts which were heading its way …..
To
Be Continued
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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 …..
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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 …….
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The Shaman’s Revenge Part 5

The
Shaman’s Revenge Part 5
Jordan
gets spanked (again)
Click
here for previous episodes – Prologue
– Part 1 –
Part 2 – Part 3  Part 4
Jordan
was painfully aware of his nakedness, made worse by the people people
all around staring and pointing at him. He desperately looked around
for something to cover himself with, but the only thing he could find
was a child’s comic, and that of course would only cover his groin,
and not his shiny red and well spanked bottom.
There
was no way the two teams of athletes would allow him back in the
locker room to collect his clothes, so he had to somehow make his way
home. Unfortunately, home was on the other side of town. The
quickest way, and his usual route, would have been through the busy
centre of town, but there was no way he would do that in the nude.
He
considered taking the side roads, but to his despair he saw that they
were also full of people. The only option was to take the long way
round, through the park.
Jordan
ran as quickly as he could until he reached the park entrance, trying
but failing to ignore the surprised laughter of people who saw him
passing by.
Once
in the park, he hid behind a bush and attempted to gather his
thoughts, hoping that he could think of some way he could rescue the
situation and regain his position as the top jock on campus. But no
solution came to him, his reputation had been permanently damaged,
and he would now forever be known as the guy who got a wedgie
spanking from the coach. He cringed, as the realisation that, at
that very moment, word was spreading like wildfire through the
college.
His
humiliation was complete, how could he ever show his face at college
again?!!
His
even more immediate problem was how to get home without showing is
bright red and very sore bottom to that section of the town who had
not already seen it?!!
********
While
a sore bottomed and humiliated Jordan was hiding behind a bush and
pondering his dilemma, in an office elsewhere in the town a telephone
rang and was answered by a muscular man in his late thirties with the
words. “Hello Gordon Draper?”
“Ah
Mr Draper!” said a serious sounding voice on the other end of the
phone. “I am phoning from from the college to inform you of a
serious disciplinary matter regarding your son Jordan!”
“Regarding
Jordan” Mr Draper sounded concerned “Is there a problem?”
“I
am afraid there is!” replied the voice “and it is very serious
..”
Mr
Draper frowned “Go on” he said “… tell me more …”
********
Back
in the city park, Jordan had decided he could not stay hidden in the
bushes indefinitely, and that, nude or not, he had to try and make it
home. So he crawled out from his hiding place and began to make his
way across the park.
It
was then that he heard the sound of voices signalling than a group of
people were approaching. Anxious not to be seen by any more people
he crouched down and began backing towards the bushes. However, as
Jordan really should have learnt by then, it would have been wise for
him to check exactly where his butt was heading as he moved.
However, as he was fixated on the direction the voices had come from,
did not think to glance back over his shoulder.
Had
he looked back, he would have seen the large spiky Arizona cactus
right behind him, and realised that his, still very sore, bare bottom
was heading straight for it. However, Jordan didn’t look back, and
moments later his much abused and exposed behind came into contact
with one of planet Earth’s most prickly plants.
Jordan
let out a high pitched yell, as the sharp pricks of the cactus jabbed
into his bright pink butt cheeks. And he leaped forward rubbing his
now pricked, paddled, singed and jabbed backside!! tears welling up
in his eyes. The Doctors little injection had now taken full effect
with the result all sensations, especially unpleasant sensations,
were considerably exaggerated.
However,
Jordan’s thoughts were briefly distracted from the pain in his
backside, by the sudden arrival of a stray dog. Jordan did not
recognize the animal, but it recognized him as the unkind human who
had thrown a brick at it a few days previously.
Although
Dogs have no concept of nudity, the ancient instincts inherited from
the animal’s wild ancestors enabled it to sense that Jordan was now
exposed and vulnerable. Now was the time for the hound to take it’s
revenge. Bearing it’s fearsome fangs and snarling the dog lunged at
Jordan.
Luckily
for Jordan, he had the reactions and agility of that athlete he was,
and these enabled him to avoid the dog and climb a nearby tree,
instants before the brute was able to sink it’s teeth into his flesh.
However,
if it seemed to Jordan that escaping the dog meant his luck was
finally improving, he was very wrong! Our ill starred hero had only
climbed about 20 foot up the tree when a branch gave way beneath him
and he fell forward into a fork between the branches, where he
immediately became stuck, with his front part on one side and his
still rosy red bottom and kicking legs on the other side.
Jordan
struggled and kicked but it look him a good ten minutes to free
himself from the tight position he was in.
For
those ten minutes, Jordan’s beacon like bottom presented a group of
little boys a perfect target for their slingshots. 
 
Jordan
was an infamous local bully, and most of the youngsters had either
suffered at his hands or knew friends who had. Hence, they took
considerable pleasure in peppering his already well punished bottom
with the hard pieces of gravel and small stones which they found
lying around.
“AAAAHHHH….
OOOOWWW!! … OUCH!! … Fuck you!! … I’ll kill you, you little
c….. AAAAOOOOW!! yelled Jordan’s as the missiles hit their target
with significant speed and impact!
The
casual observer, might wonder at the mysterious coincidence of the
boy’s, equipped with slingshots, arriving just as Jordan got himself
jammed into the tree, and in so doing became so ideal for their
target practice. However, as we have learned, such coincidence were
now becoming the normality of Jordan Draper’s life.
Finally
Jordan managed to free himself, at which point the young boy’s made a
swift departure, anxious to avoid their earlier target’s fists.
After
checking that the dog had also given up and moved on, Jordan
carefully climbed back down the tree. He realised that his plan to
get home through the park had been a mistake, and that he needed to
get to sanctuary, to his clothes and some soothing cream for his
bottom, as quickly as possible, even if that meant running stark
naked through the centre of town.
Gritting
his teeth he turned and ran out of the park and down the road
leading to Main Street. He knew this would be embarrassing, and it
certainly was.
As
Jordan sprinted across Main Street, people turned, gawped and
laughed, as he knew they would, sights like this were not common in
small town America, and would, therefore, be remembered and talked
about for many months and probably years to come.
To
his horror and increasing embarrassment, he spotted a familiar face
in the crowd. Lucy-Mae McCormick, the gorgeous babe he had been
planning a hot date with only days before, was staring with wide
eyed and shocked amusement, her hand clasped over her mouth. That
hot date would now never happen, as Jordan ran on he realised that
not only was his reputation destroyed but his sex life was as dead as
General Custer’s horse for the foreseeable future.
Finally
the shamed and naked runner reached the street on which he lived. As
he ran down it, that street had never seemed so long before, and why
was everybody out in their front gardens?. Old Miss Turpin out
tending to her roses, Mr Ericson mowing his lawn, the Turner triplets
playing with their dog and that sexy well preserved MILF Mrs De Marco
sunning herself on her front porch. All of them, all his neighbours,
could enjoy at his nakedness and still spanked butt as he ran past,
and being a handsome guy, most of them did enjoy the sight (although
Agnes Turpin had to lie down in a darkened room until the
palpitations subsided).
Thankfully
the back door was unlocked, as Jordan’s door keys were still in his
sports bag back in the locker room.
As
soon as Jordan got into the house he rushed into the shower and spent
the next half hour in a desperate attempt to sooth his burning bottom
with a carefully regulated flow of tepid, warm, water. At first it
had almost no effect, but finally the healing power of cool water
began to work its magic, and, although still tender and smarting, the
worst of the sting in his backside began to ease. With a sigh of
relief Jordan stepped out of the shower, and dried himself with a
towel before making his way to his room.
His
mind was spinning. Trying to fathom how he had ended up in such an
uncomfortable and humiliating situation, there must be some way he
could restore his reputation and then he could get his revenge on
that Martin Clifford fa…….
His
thought came to an abrupt halt as he stepped into his bed room and
saw his father standing beside his bed, his arms folded and a furious
look on his face. Bizarrely and, somewhat disturbingly, one of his
Dad’s size 11, rubber soled bedroom slippers was lying on Jordan’s
bed.
“Dad?
… what are you doing here?” asked Jordan, surprised to see his
hard working father home so early.
“I
am here to deal with you son!” snapped his father “I have
received some very disturbing reports about you from the college!”
“Like..w
..what?” stammered Jordon, nonplussed by the sight of his usually
calm and taciturn father appearing so angry and agitated! He suddenly
remembered he was naked and quickly wrapped the towel he was carrying
around his waist. He had never had much respect for his father, and
certainly no fear, but now the man terrified him.
“That
you stole valuable trophies and attempted to blame fellow students
for your actions. That you have been bullying younger and weaker
boys, and that you have brought our family name into disrepute!”
stormed the angry older man!
“No
Dad… its all lies …” spluttered Jordan, “I can explain!”
“The
time for explanations are over Jordan!” roared his father “I have
come to an agreement with the college, … and I plan to start
honouring my side of that agreement right now!!”
“w..
w …w what do you mean?”
“They
have agreed not to prosecute, provided that I take you in hand and
start imposing some long overdue … discipline!”
“D..
discipline …?”
“Physical
discipline!” as those words still echoed round the room, Gordon
Draper strode across the room and grabbed the still stunned Jordan by
the ear, before dragging him towards the bed, sitting down and
pulling his son over his lap.
“I
have agreed with the college that I will spank you Jordan, and that I
will spank you hard and spank you often!” he grabbed hold of the
hem of Jordan’s towel and pulled it up over his waist revealing the
18 year old’s bare bottom “There has not been enough spanking in
your life Jordan, but that is about to change!!!”
“Spanking?!!
No Dad, you can’t!” yelled a very alarmed Jordan “I’m 18 … and
besides, my ass .. uh .. my bottom is real sore!”
“Yes,
and I am pleased to hear it, I was told the coach had to discipline
you!” replied Mr Draper “I must thank him for, starting the job,
but I plan to finish it … NOW!”
Jordan
attempted to pull away and get to his feet, but his father seemed to
have acquired strength he never knew he possessed, and firmly held
Jordan face down across his lap.
“In
future, Jordan, when ever you step out of line, you will get
spanked!” he raised his hand above his head, and brought it down
with a loud SMACK! on Jordan’s bottom “If you are rude to your Mom,
or bully your brothers, you will get spanked!” SMACK! “If you get
up late on a school day, you get spanked!” SMACK!
“OWWW!”
yelled Jordan, “Dad please stop, can’t we talk about this”
However,
his father continued “Anything less than an ‘A’ grade in your
college tests , will earn you a spanking!” SMACK!!
“What?”
yelled Jordan, who’s lifetime best academic grade in school work had
been a D+ in English “I can’t get A’s!”
“Then
you are going to get lots of spankings!” SMACK” replied his
father. “In fact, to start off as I intend to carry on” SMACK! “I
will spank you every night for the rest of this week!” SMACK “It
is no less than you deserve!” SMACK “And, if you don’t behave I
shall do it again every morning!” SMACK “If you think your bottom
is sore now young man, that is how it going to feel every night this
week!!”
“You
can’t!” protested Jordan furiously “I’ll fucking leave fucking
home!”
“How
dare you use that language to me?” SMACK “In any event, you can’t
‘leave home’!” SMACK “You are forgetting a little matter of a
court order!” SMACK “following the little matter of borrowing the
neighbours car” SMACK “driving underage, wrecking the car and
being caught in possession of Marijuana!” SMACK”The court put you
under my care until you are 21!” SMACK “If you leave home, the
sheriff’s deputies will just bring you back … every time!”
Jordan
hissed a profanity through his teeth, he had indeed forgotten that
damn court order, at the time he thought it no big deal and that he
had got away with what he’d done, it didn’t seem like that now.
“It’s
two and a half years until you are twenty one son, I know maths
isn’t your strong point, but you can get a hell of a lot of spankings
in two and a half years!”
“OOOWW!
… no Dad please!!” wailed a now very miserable Jordan
At
that point the bedroom door opened, and Jordan’s two younger
brothers, made curious by the noise, entered the room!
“GET
OUT” shouted Jordan “Make them leave Dad, I don’t want them to
see this..!!!”
“Your
brothers can stay and watch!” replied Mr Draper “It will do them
good to see what happens top naughty boys …. even if they are 18!
SMACK!!
Jordan’s
embarrassment at his spanking being watched by his brothers would
have been even worse, had he realised that, with the bedroom windows
open the sound of his bare bottom spanking was floating out of the
window to the street below where a crowd was already gathering. A
curious observer might ask why both Martin Clifford and Coach
Amundsen had chosen to walk down that suburban street that very
afternoon. However, the curious observers were too occupied by the
sounds coming from Jordan’s bedroom to notice the two men joining
them.
They,
however, noticed each other and exchanged a glance, which briefly
revealed a kinship. The coach maintained a straight faced expression,
but Martin could not hide the grin which spread across his face as he
realised that he was not alone in the sensations he was feeling.
A
thrill of previously unknown excitement ran through him, as he
listened the smacks and yelps coming from the open bedroom window, in
his mind’s eye he imagined Mr Draper’s hard palm smacking down again
and again onto Jordan’s beautifully formed bottom. Handsome swimming
jock Jordan Draper was getting the comeuppance he so deserved, and
the excitement and pleasure which that knowledge gave Martin would
stay with him for a long while.
As
the men outside the house, continued to listen to Jordan’s spanking,
a very old man hobbled past them. Goran, for it was he, stopped
briefly and listened to the sounds. He then chuckled to himself,
straightened up and then walked on, now with a renewed and more
youthful vigour to his stride.
Back
in the bedroom the smacks had turned to WHACKS as Mr Draper had
picked up his slipper and begun spanking Jordan with that. The towel
had fallen away, and Jordan was now naked. The pain in his bottom
was now unbearable, and despite being observed by his little
brothers, tears were now streaming down his face and he, Jordan
Draper, the handsomest and coolest dude on campus was crying and
blubbering like a little kid.
Nothing
in his 18 year on earth had been so painful and humiliating. He had
been publicly shamed, stripped naked, his bottom subjected to a
multitude of agonising punishments, and now it seemed he was facing a
full week of spankings. It could not possibly get worse than this
…..
Or
could it ……..?
TO
BE CONTINUED

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

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

(Click here to read part one and here to read the prologue)
Dr
Shultz arrived at the College infirmary ahead of his usual time, he
had a busy week ahead of him with a series of students, mostly from
the athletic teams, visiting him, either for treatment, or more often
with the young athletes, for a medical check up, and he wanted to
ensure he had everything ready for them.
This
was especially true in respect of the first patient that morning, 18
year old Jordan Draper, a member of the college swimming team, and
widely considered to be one of the most handsome and popular jock’s
in the College. Although the doctor noted that Jordan’s popularity
rather depended on whether one belonged to his “in” crowd or not.
Jordan
was due for his bi-annual medical, which all members of the swim team
were required to undergo. He was also the student regarding whom
Coach Amundsen had phoned the doctor the night before.
The
doctor and the coach were like minded men who had, over the years,
developed and understanding and a mutual approach to dealing with
certain problematic male college students. They both believed in
discipline, and that discipline was most effective when it had real
impact.
Consequently,
when he had received the call from Thor Amundsen the doctor had
immediately understood what was required, and knew what he had to do,
therefore, he began his day by making the necessary arrangements.
True
to form, Jordan was late for his appointment. Punctuality in such
matters is an act of consideration, and as Jordan had little if any
consideration for other people, and he invariably kept them waiting.
As the Doctor checked his watch and noted how tardy the young athlete
was he nodded to himself, the coach clearly had just the right
treatment in mind for this young man.
Ten
minutes late for his appointment a nonchalant and somewhat bored
looking Jordan arrived at the infirmary for his medical. The sight of
Jordan caused the doctor to frown with irritation, the students were
no longer required to wear uniforms, other than on formal occasions,
but they were expected to dress smartly. However, Jordan was wearing
a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian T-Shirt, a souvenir from his Easter
vacation, which was not what the Doctor considered suitable attire
for college.
When
requested, Jordan calmly stripped to his jockstrap, as a senior year
athlete he was now well used to the procedure.
The
doctor asked him to step onto the moving treadmill and first walk and
then run on the spot for five minutes at varying speeds. Meanwhile
Dr Schultz stood behind the young athlete watching, the young man’s
well rounded, smooth and hairless white bottom fist swaying gently as
he walked, then bouncing up and down as he ran, framed by the tight
athletic jockstrap. The Doctor smiled to himself, imagining what
plans Coach Amundsen has in store for that wondrous object which was
juggling away in front of him.
After
the treadmill session the doctor checked Jordan’s pulse, heart beat
and blood pressure, as he expected with such a fit young specimen as
Jordan, the results were excellent. However ,the doctor frowned and
shook his head in apparent surprise “It looks as if your vitamin
levels are a bit low young man!” he said “we will have to do
something about that!”
Jordan
as rather nonplussed this was the first time in his young life that
the results of a medical has been anything but perfect. Perhaps all
those late nights in bars pursuing the local girls had been having an
effect on him. “Is that serious Doc?” he asked.
“It
could be if we don’t treat it!” replied the Doctor “What you need
is a course of vitamin shots, please lie face down on the table!”
“Huh
.. why face down?” asked Jordan
“So
that I can give you your shots!” replied the Doctor
“You
mean … in my butt? … why not the arm?”
“It
needs to be in the bottom, otherwise in will not be effective!”
said the doctor calmly “Now get on the table”
“No
way Doc!” replied Jordan disdainfully “You ‘ain’t jabbing my
butt!”
“Either
do as you are told, or I will inform the Coach, and he will take you
off the swimming team!”
Jordan
paused, he did not want to be removed from the team, and, after the
incident in the locker room, he certainly did not want to anger Coach
Amundsn. Reluctantly, and with a very glum expression on his handsome
face he climbed onto the table and lay down on his stomach.
Dr
Shultz’s eyebrow raised as he allowed his gaze to travel slowly over
Jordan’s firm young body stretched out before him, like a sumptuous
cannibal banquet. Long muscular legs and torso, a light golden brown
from exposure to the sun, whilst in between the two nestled that
incredible bottom. A much lighter colour, almost snowy white, having
been protected from the tanning rays by tight speedos. Plenty of
exercise and a fine muscle structure meant that it did not flatten as
the body lay flat, but rose like two ivory globes, almost presented
to him as trophies encircled by the white cotton of his jockstrap.
Although,
through the conventions of the time, the doctor was married with
children, whereas, thirty years later hi life might have taken a
different course. For Schultz was highly susceptible to the
attractions of a beautiful youth, and the sight before him was
enticing enough to challenge the sexuality of of the most
heterosexual of men. He tried not to grin, but it was always a bonus
to enjoy one’s work.
On
an impulse he plucked a thermometer from his desk, shook it, and
before Jordan knew what was happening, he had parted the boys butt
cheeks and inserted the ice cold glass tube into the tight pink
button of an anus between, enjoying Jordan’s sudden shocked intake of
breath as he did so.
“What’s
that?” asked a clearly displeased Jordan, looking back over his
shoulder.
“I’m
taking your temperature, now lie still!”
“Does
that have to be ….. there to?!!” grumbled Jordan
The
Doctor stepped back to survey the delightful vision before him, of
the handsome swimmer lying face down on the table with the tip of the
rectal thermometer intruding from between the cheeks of his buttocks.
The
doctor deliberately left the thermometer in place longer than
necessary to take a temperature, as he enjoyed Jordan’s humiliation.
This
was obviously the first time anything had been inserted into Jordan’s
tight, straight little rosebud, and he clearly did not like it. The
Doctor contemplated whether if might be fun to add an anal
examination to the young man’s next visit.
When
he finally removed the thermometer, the reading was normal as he had
expected with such a healthy young athlete , however, the Doctor
tutted as if there was another problem. “Well young man!” he said
ominously, you are definitely in need of these shots!”
He
picked up a small vile of clear liquid and shook it “This will
resolve the problem!” he said “Just so long as you complete the
course!”
“Course?”
Jordan did not like the sound of that.
“Yes,
you will need to return on Wednesday and again in Friday …. for
booster shots..!” as he spoke he picked up a large are rather old
fashioned looking syringe from a silver coloured metal tray on his
desk.
Jordan’s
eyes widened as he saw the size of the needle “That’s fucking
huge!” he gasped.
“Don’t
swear boy!” snapped the doctor “and don’t be a wimp!” as he
spoke he moved towards Jordan holding the unnervingly large syringe.
Jordan’s eyes widened in horror as the doctor approached with the
syringe in his hand, the huge needle seeming to grow larger the
closer it got to him.
The
Doctor used a small swab to rub an area in the right cheek of
Jordan’s bottom, somewhat lower down the gluteus muscle than usual
for an injection, this injection had a specific purpose and was
applied to the area most in need of attention. Then, before Jordan
had time to brace himself, he jabbed the needle hard into the young
athlete’s well rounded butt cheek.
“OWW!”
yelled Jordan, “that f … that hurt Doc!”
“Don’t
be a girl Draper, it’s only a little prick!”
Jordan
frowned, accusing others of being girlish was a favourite insult of
his, and he did not like getting it back. However, the insult was
quickly forgotten, as to his horror he saw the Doctor pick up a
second syringe which he then filled front the same vial of
translucent liquid.
“Not
another!” he gulped
“You
need one in each buttocks” smiled the doctor “so the vitamins are
equally distributed you see!” he continued, correctly guessing that
Jordan’s limited grasp of science would not lead him to challenge his
assertion. 
 
The
Doctor then proceeded to repeat the process of applying an alcohol
swab, followed by a sharp needle jab, this time in Jordan’s left butt
cheek. 
 
Although
on this on this occasion Jordan did brace himself and grit his teeth
seconds before the injection, that did not lessen sting of the
painful jab as the large needle penetrated his sensitive flesh for a
second time.
Again
the doctor targeted the most tender and sensitive area in the lower
part of Jordan’s butt cheek.
“YeeeOWCH!”
he hissed through gritted teeth.
The
Doctor placed the syringe, next to the previous one, on the silver
tray. “Okay, you can get dressed now Draper!” he turned and
looked sternly at Jordan “And make sure you are here again at the
same time on Wednesday for the next dose!”
“NO!!
NO MORE FUCKING INJECTIONS??!” Spluttered Jordan “They hurt!
FUCK OFF!!”
“WHAT
DID YOY SAY BOY!!” Snapped the Doctor “I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO
LIKE THAT!”
Before
Jordan knew what was happening, the Doctor had grabbed him by the
ear, and pulled him across the room before pulling the stunned young
jock over his knee.
“I
will teach you to speak not to speak to your elders like that!”
snarled the genuinely angry Doctor “How dare you use profanity!”
Although
initially caught off guard, Jordan quickly realised what the Doctor
was planning to do. He might have been spanked by Coach Amundsen,
but there was no way he was going to let the Doctor do the same.
Using
the superior strength of the young athlete he was, he easily pushed
the doctor’s hands away and jumped to his feet. “Fuck off Doc! You
ain’t spanking my butt!” he snapped.
“In
that case, I shall inform Coach that you disobeyed me and refused to
take discipline!” replied the Doctor sternly.
Jordan
paused as the implications of the doctor’s threat sunk in. The look
on the doctor’s face told him the man was totally serious and that he
would immediately phone the coach, if Jordan disobeyed him.
There
was no doubt what the coach would do, if the doc told him that Jordan
had refused a spanking, Coach would spank him himself, and after the
events in the locker room, he did not wish to repeat that experience.
If he was going to have to take another spanking, he figured the
Doctor could not possibly smack as hard as the Coach could. So
reluctantly and with his characteristic sulky expression he stepped
forward and lay back down across the Doctor’s lap.
With
that the Doctor proceeded to to deliver a dozen hard Smacks to the
young swimmer’s upturned, and just injected bare bottom!”
Jordan
might have correctly judged that the Doctor would not spank as hard
as the coach, but the spanking still hurt, a lot, especially as the
Doctor was careful to aim the smacks where he had jabbed his needles
only moments before.
“OWW!”
Yelled Jordan “I am sorry Doc, I didn’t mean it!
Instilling
discipline was not usually part of the doctor’s duty but there was
something about Jordan’s arrogant and belligerent attitude which made
spanking his behind a pleasure, and and, of course, Jordan had an
awesome ass! Therefore Doctor Shultz spanked it with relish.
His
only regret was that Jordan’s shots had not yet had time to take full
effect, so the spanking would have less effect than it would in an
hour or so. Coach, he guessed would get the benefit of delivering
that spanking.
The
spanking complete, Doctor Shultz then pushed Jordan off his knee, and
pointed his finger at him. “I will accept your apology, but I will
expect to see you back here on Wednesday … ON TIME … for your
next dose of shots!”
Jordan
grimaced as he rubbed his sore, spanked and jabbed bottom “Not
sure I can make it Doc!” He muttered.
“You
had better make it Boy, or I will tell Coach to take you off the
team!” snapped Dr Shultz
“Fuck!
… Damn!” Thought Jordan, his face now resembling that of a sulky
six year old. He could see the doctor was dead serious, it seemed
that to keep his prestigious place on the swim team he would have to
put up with further injections, despite how much they hurt.
Dr
Schultz allowed himself the merest hint of a grin as a very moody
looking Jordan Draper swiftly got dressed and stomped towards his
office door. “See you on Wednesday Draper!” said the doctor, to
which Jordan responded with a grunt before slamming the door behind
him.
Picking
up his phone, the Doctor dialled a number. “Good morning Coach!
It’s Brian Schultz” he said “Yep I skewered him good …. that’s
right in both cheeks, and with the biggest needles I have!”
He
picked up the glass vial and studies the remaining liquid “It’s an
effective little potion!” he grinned “A totally harmless
stimulant, which was initially used for the treatment of people, who
had lost sensation as the result of a stroke or nerve damage!”
“It’s
use has been largely discontinued because it is just a bit TOO
effective and actually exaggerates sensation, …. especially
unpleasant ones!
“unpleasant
sensations, like a spanking you mean?” replied the Coach from the
other end of the phone line.
“Exactly!”
said the Doctor “He will certainly Feel a spanking …..! … How
long will it last?” … he shrugged “It depends, usually the
effect wears off after 36 to 48 hours!” He smiled broadly “However,
he has been ordered to come back for booster shots on Wednesday and
again on Friday! So my guess is that young Jordan will be sleeping
face down for the rest of the week!”
He
put the vial back in to a box containing further similar vials “It
should start to take effect in about half an hour, So you can be
confident that any ….er… discipline you feel appropriate will
have a significant …. impact where it will have the most effect!”
He paused
“Oh
yes,” he added “I regret that I had to discipline the boy myself,
for using filthy language …. yes a spanking … he will feel that
for a while!”
“That
is perfectly in order” replied the coach from the other end of the
phone, “That young hoodlum needs a lot of discipline and we will
make sure he gets it …. and feels it!! …. thanks for your help!”
“You
are welcome, Coach, any time …. it’s my pleasure to be of
assistance!” replied the Doctor, truthfully, before he replaced
the phone and sat down, a look of satisfaction on his handsome face
“Young Master Draper will not be sitting comfortably for the next
week, that’s for sure!” he though. “and it is no more than he
deserves!”
The
Doctor paused and frowned, for a moment he thought he had heard the
sound an old man laughing. He shook his head and decided he must
have imagined it.
To
Be Continued ….
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The JockPunishers 2 – Dino Gets the Point

The
JockPunishers 2: Dino gets the point(s)
Dino
was the College drug pusher. If asked, he would claim he was only
selling harmless “legal highs” but, his nasty habit of mixing the
narcotics he sold with cheap substances, to enable him to sell more,
was very dangerous. This practice had recently had near fatal
consequences on two College Sofomores, who has become very ill after
taking some of Dino’s little blue pills.
It
was not long before the JockPunishers decided it was time that Dino
experienced some of his own medicine, and perhaps they meant that
literally. At least, that is what they would want Dino to think. 
A
careful, martial arts style blow to the back of the head rendered
Dino unconscious, and he woke up in the college infirmary tired to an
examination table, with his bare bottom raised.
The
JockPunishers told Dino that they intended to test his, so called,
“legal highs” out on him, to see quite how harmless they really
were, and they would use a special supply of extra large medical
syringes to do just that!
Of
course, in reality, they would only give him doses of mild vitamin
solutions, but the terrified Dino did not know that.
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on the “read more” tab below to continue:
WARNING:
his story features pictures of injections

The
JockPunishers jabbed their huge syringes into Dino’s raised backside
as he yelled out in pain and genuine fear. Not knowing that he was
only receiving vitamin shots, but very aware of what he had mixed
with his drugs, he was terrified of what he thought was being
injected into him.
He
had also always been terrified of needles, and the JockPunishers had
chosen the scariest types on needles they could find, which would
just hurt just as much as Dino feared they would.
However,
when he protested, the JockPunishers laughed at him “But you claim
they are ‘harmless’!” cried Adam Murphy, the first of the three
JockPunishers “so what are you afraid of?” he jabbed his needle
into Dino’s butt making him yell out in pain.
Meanwhile,
Darren Galloway, a second JockPunisher, inserted an anal thermometer
into Dino’s rectum, and removed it a few minutes later to check his
temperature. “Hey, this guy is a bit cold!” he lied “he needs
warming up.
In
order to “warm” Dino up, two of the JockPunishers proceeded to
spank his bottom with ping-pong bats, until his butt cheeks were red
and sore.
“They
look warm enough now!” laughed Todd Singer, the third JockPunisher and proceeded to jab his needle
hard into Dino’s well spanked, and now very tender bottom.
Unluky
Dino Certainly got the point that night, he would think twice before
selling drugs to the college students again.

This
was another job well done by the JockPunishers
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A Doctor Calls


I am re-posting this here because the story features a well spanked boy getting an inhection in his spanked bottom
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A Doctor Calls
Story and pictures:
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Busy
on his rounds the last thing the local doctor needs is for his valuable
time to be wasted by naughty boys who want to take advantage of his
good nature.
*
His
first visit is to see James (Jirka Mendez) His mother called to say her
son seems to be very under the weather and has not gone to College as
usual. Actually James in not feeling bad at all and is shirking.

During
the doctors visit James unfortunately gets tempted and tries to steal
some money from his wallet. Of course he gets caught .

This boy is going to have to be dealt with! Some stronger medicine is needed. 
Perhaps a good spanking on his bare bottom with be therapeutic.

ADC (3)

James’s bottom may be a rosy red, but it could be redder, and it will be before the Doctor has finished his treatment
*

A few hard swats with the Doc’s ferule might just cure his kleptomania,

Certainly a vitamin shot after, straight in to that red punished bottom should restore his vitality, if nothing else!
*

ADC (14)a
James will not be sitting very comfortably in college for some time! Perhaps that will cure him!! 

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An Unlucky Skinny Dipper

Randall
should have looked before sitting down on that rock, but who Knew
hedgehogs sunbathed?!! 
Randall’s
luck got even worse, as he was jumping up and down clutching his
sore, hedgehog pricked bottom, Officer Dickman came past and saw that
he had broken park rules by swimming nude in the pond.
Within
moments Randall was over the policeman’s knee receiving a hard bare
bottom paddling. To make matters worse two players from the baseball
team arrived to watch.