Thursday, 30 July 2020
Tuesday, 28 July 2020
The Shaman's Revenge (Part 16)
Jordan and the Credit Card Bill
Still holding Jordan firmly by the ear, Ranger Tartarus dragged the protesting and stark naked 19 year old into the living room, where to Jordan's embarrassment three figures were waiting for them. Two policemen, and an older gentleman, whom Jordan recognised as their neighbour old Sam Huckerman, someone he had certainly not been hoping to see.
All three man had serious facial expressions, but there was a glint in each of their eyes which made Jordan keenly aware of his nakedness, He quickly clasped his cock and balls in his hands in an effort to at least hide them, although he had a creeping suspicion that, like the ranger, they would have equal, or likely greater, interest in another part of his anatomy altogether!!
It was so “so damn embarrassing being totally naked while being stared at by fully dressed people” he thought, without knowing how much more embarrassing his situation was about to get.
Finally releasing Jordan's ear, Ranger Tartarus turned to him, with what passed for a serious expression, but with the usual mocking twinkle in his eyes “These Officer's want to speak to you Jordan …. regarding an … unexpected discovery …. I made earlier!”
One of the two policemen stepped forward, and held up an item which Jordan, to his dismay, instantly recognized. “Your guardian was complying with medical instructions, and placing all your jeans, pants and other … 'bottom covering' garments in safe keeping this morning, and he came across this credit card!”
“A credit card in my name!” tutted old Mr Huckerman from his seat in the corner.
“That is correct” continued the Officer “The Card is in your neighbour Mr Huckerman's name, yet it was in the pocket of your jeans, in your closet!.... how do you explain that?”
“I...I...I found it in the street …. I 'gulp' was gonna' return it … but I forgot!” stammered Jordan, realising just how fake his words sounded as they left his pouting bad boy lips
“Sorry young man, but that doesn't explain this document, which your guardian also found, this time hidden at the back of your underpants drawer!” he held up a crumpled sheet of paper “this is the statement matching this credit card, and showing a list of items purchased with the card!”
“A long list of items!” commented Ranger Tartarus helpfully “a very long list!”.
“Many of the recently purchased items on this list, match items which your guardian found either in your closet, such as $400 trainers, a $900 watch and tickets to The FireStarter's next gig! Or the skateboard and $5,000 motorbike in the garage!” He frowned “None of which are items Mr Huckerman is likely to buy!”
“What's a 'skateboard'?” asked Mr Huckerman with a confused frown
“How do you explain this?”
“I....I …..I ..!” spluttered Jordan
“The combined items on bill amount to a total of $13,725, which constitutes a serious theft!”
“THIRTEEN? Huh?” grinned the Ranger “Unlucky for you Jordan!”
The officer continued “I believe that, whilst you were pretending to assist Mr Huckerman with his garden and household maintenance, you filled out a credit application in his name, and then stole the card and subsequent bills when they arrived!”
“I thought he was being so helpful!!” grumbled Mr Huckerman “I thought he was a well brought up young man!”
Jordan glowered at the old man “The old perv only asked me to do the chores so he could leer at me with my shirt off!” he thought, while wisely stayed silent, as his mind raced, in an attempt to think of a glib explanation to get himself out of trouble. Sadly for him, no idea came, largely due to the fact the scenario which the police officer had described was exactly what he had done. However, with so much happening recently, he had forgotten to cover his tracks.
He sincerely hoped the Ranger never found out what had happened to their other neighbour Mrs McFarland's silver dinner service, which she still imagined was carefully stored away in her attic.
The ranger, was, of course, fully aware of Jordan's habit of burglaring his neighbours, but had that information stored for future use.
“Your guardian has advised us that you are already subject to a court order, as a result of previous offences!”
“Which is the reason Jordan has to carry on living at home until he's 21 …... another TWO YEARS!” said the Ranger with an amused grin “and why he needs a babysitter!”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, the word 'Babysitter' still infuriated Jordan, who gritted his teeth and glowered at Tartarus.
The Police officer's expression became even more serious “Because of your criminal record, if we charge you with such a large theft, it will inevitably lead to a lengthy prison term!”
“Woooooh! Said the Ranger “A pretty boy like you is gonna' be mighty busy in prison Jordan!”
“No ...No! .. it was wasn't me that done it!” stammered a now panicking Jordan “It must have been Timmy … or Louisa the maid!
“I sorta' doubt that a judge will believe your little brother bought trainers three sizes too big for him, and hide them in your closet” said the younger of the two policemen, who had been sitting silently observing, as he crossed the room and placed his hand on Jordan's Shoulder.
“Or that a heavy set 45 year old Mexican lady would buy a skateboard!” added Tartarus chuckling at a mental image his words had painted.
“Don't sweat Sport!” The Ranger continued “It's your lucky day!! As any loving 'guardian' would, I have persuaded Mr Huckerman not to press for charges, and with the officers have agreed not to officially record the crime …. this time.
Jordan's initial relief did not last long, he caught sight of a brief grin flickering on the edges of the younger policeman's mouth, and immediately guessed there would be a catch …. He was not wrong
“However!” said the first policeman “There are conditions! The credit card bill has to be repaid … and you need to be punished!”
The rangers gin now seemed to run from ear to ear as he said “Mr Huckerman had kindly agreed to allow you to repay the first three thousand you owe him my taking bare bottom spankings …. at $100 a spanking!”
“With me watching” added Mr Huckerman eagerly “With me watching, that's what I agreed!”
“Indeed!” snapped the policeman “Mr Huckerman's generous concession is dependant on him having the …. ahem.... satisfaction of observing you get what you deserve!!
Jordan glowered at the old man, he remembered the “Hot Bottoms” magazines he had seen when rummaging though his neighbour's study, looking for cash, and guessed Huckerman would enjoy the show even more than he admitted.
“No way!” snarled Jordan “I ain't taking no more spankings!”
“Sorry sport, but you don't get a vote!” grinned Ranger Tartarus “Your Daddy put me in authority, an' I've agreed the deal on your behalf!” he walked over and placed his hand on Jordan's shoulder “So your cute little bare butt is gonna' get good and toasted!! the Doctor said it would do you good, an' it's gonna'do all of us a power o' good to watch!”
He turned to the first policeman “Over to you Officer”
The first cop took a firm grip of Jordans arm and pulled him towards one of the couches in Jordan's father's spacious living room “As part of the agreement with your guardian and Mr Huckerman, My Partner and I have agreed to call here twice a week, to spank you until your debt to Mr Huckerman is repaid!”
“The first part of the debt!” added Tartarus, swiftly correcting the officer.
“T..twice a week?” stammered Jordan
“Do the math Jordan!” laughed The Ranger “That's only 15 weeks, it will be over by Thanksgiving ….. unless we discover some other crime before then!”
Now in a serious state of panic, Jordan's eyes darted round the room in search of a means of escape, but every potential exit was blocked, and, as if reading his mind, the policeman had painfully tightened the grip on his arm.
Then, before Jordan could even react, the Policeman sat down and pulled Jordan after him, forcing him to land in what was becoming a very familiar 'over the knee' position, with his bare bottom raised and presenting a perfect and tempting target!
At that moment, a fifth person, who Jordan instantly recognised as his cousin Harley, and who his seriously despised, walked into the room. “GET OUT!” Jordan shouted angrily “What's he doing here?!”
“I was going to tell you!” replied the ranger with a grin “Harley will be visiting for the next two months as he's going to Summer school here, you will be seeing a lot of him and his buddies …. that will be fun for you!”
“Hi Jordan!” sneered Harley with a pantomime like grin on his face.
Jordan scowled back and angrily gritted his teeth. Harley was just a few months younger than Jordan, and the cousins had hated each other for years, mostly because Jordan considered himself superior to Harlery in every conceivable way and was always furious when Harley proved himself to be the brighter of the two, and frequently outsmarted his older cousin.
Hence Jordan, being physically the stronger of the two, had bullied Harley mercilessly, whenever they met.
Jordan knew that the dislike was mutual and had no doubt how much Harley would enjoy seeing him in this situation. He also knew for certain that the sneaky blabber month would tell everyone what he'd seen.
Harley was not the only one watching in thrilled anticipation of what he was about to witness. Old Mr Huckerman could hardly contain his excitement. It had not taken much persuasion to get him to agree to the Ranger's suggestion that Jordan should repay at least some of the money he had stolen by taking spankings. He had long cherished a fantasy of disciplining His young neighbour and to watch a handsome young policeman doing the deed was a dream come true. Being a wealthy man, he felt $3,000 was more than worth paying to watch the cute young athlete get his tail roasted.
He contemplated writing about the experience in a letter to one of the specialist periodicals he subscribed to, but suspected nobody would believe him.
Calvin Peach, the younger of the two police officers, was almost equally as excited by what was about to unfold, albeit with rather less fear of cardiac arrest than that which was currently niggling Sam Huckerman.
Although, as necessitated by his career choice, Officer Peach was well adept at hiding his true nature, he had privately developed a growing interest in the corporal punishment of handsome young male offenders.
On any number of occasions when apprehending a well favoured young miscreant he had resisted the impulse to place the individual over his sturdy knee and and delivered justice there and then with the palm of his hand. Now that was about to happen for real!
As his wide dark hazel eyes focused intently on Jordans perfectly formed, and, for now, snowy white bottom, he pondered on the fact that not only did the prospect of Jordan receiving a very sore rear end in punishment for him crime, appeal to his sense of justice, it would be damn entertaining to watch!! He leaned forward in order to get a better view.
The thoughts of the older of the two policemen, Officer Hesketh, may be of less interest to readers. He felt no arousal at what he had agreed to do, indeed as a deeply religious man, the idea that others in the room might find it so would have mystified him.
That is not to say that Brian Hesketh did not wholeheartedly approve of the solution which Ranger Tartarus had proposed, although it was an “out of the box” proposal, the best ideas often were, and he could see the logic. Being committed to rehabilitating young offenders he was sure in the long run this would be in the Jordan's best interest. It was surely better that Jordan should have to live with a sore bottom for a few months, than to ruin his future with a prison sentence and expose him to bad influence of of career criminals.
He would take no pleasure from the task in hand, but intended to participate with enthusiasm, convinced that the longer Jordan's bottom stung, the longer he would behave. Officer Hesketh was unaware that of the humans in the room, he and Jordan were the only heterosexuals.
Being ambidextrous, Officer Hesketh was able to use both hands with equal dexterity, and it was with his left hand that he started off the spanking, raising it high in the air and brought it down in a wide and fast sweep, his hard and sun baked, leather like, palm colliding with Jordan's daisy white bare with a resounding SSS..MMAAAACCK!
That blow was swifty followed by a second, third, fourth and fifth resounding WHACK which reverberated round the room like rapid fire gun shots.
Officer Peach stepped forward to get a better look, fascinated by the sight Of Jordan's beautiful pearly white bottom as to began to turn pink under the onslaught of his fellow officer's flexible hand. In doing so Peach had inadvertently blocked old Mr Huckerman's view causing the old to irritatedly snap, “get out of my way man!”
Brian Hesketh continued to diligently spank Jordan, convinced as he did so, that each smack would go some way towards reforming this young criminal, and that the harder he smacked the more effective they would be.
The officer was in no way discouraged by the decidedly um-reformed curses and yells Jordan soon began to make, if anything they just increased his conviction and zeal
“For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it!” he chanted, quoting a suitable passage from Hebrews “the rod and reproof give wisdom!” he continued, skipping back to proverbs as he continued to spank the upturned bottom resting in his lap.
“Screw your fucking rod and reproof!” screamed Jordan, “let me go!”
“Buddy, can he help hold him still!” said the policeman turning to his colleague.
“Of course!” replied Officer Peach enthusiastically “In fact it is my turn!”
“If you want to try, be my guest!” replied Officer Hesketh, as Jordan struggled to escape.
Jordan's attempts at escaping were futile, as despite his fitness he was quickly overpowered, by the two even fitter older men, who had been trained in unarmed combat. Within moments he fond himself in the sale “Wheelbarrow” position his father had spanked him in the garage a few days before, but, this time with his legs on either side of Officer Beach's firm and muscular torso.
“Here Officer, save you hand and use this!” grinned Ranger Tartarus, producing and old style, rubber soled bedroom slipper, which had been conveniently lying under the table.
“Thank you Sir!” grinned Officer Peach quickly grabbing the slipper from Tartarus's hand and tapping the sole against the palm of his hand, “that will certainly do nicely!” he laughed “He'll feel that!!” before quickly adopting a serious expression “Which he deserves, and needs to!”
Then the two officers began taking turns slapping Jordan's vulnerable bare butt cheeks, Officer Hesketh with his large hard and leathery hand while Calvin Peach enthusiastically deployed the slipper.
Peach had accurately predicted that Jordan would “feel” the slipper, as was evidenced by the yelps and cusses which were soon echoing round the room in accompaniment to the WHACKS! And “SMACKS! Of the vigorously applied slipper and hand.
Over the next few minutes a grinning Ranger Tartarus, a beaming Hadley and a profusely sweating Mt Huckerman watched intently as Jordan was spanked in various position
until his bottom was glowing red.
Finally it was over, and Jordan was allowed to clamber to his feet, his bare and well spanked rear glowing like an alarm beacon.
“Well done sport !” grinned the ranger “You have just paid $100 of your debt to Mt Huckerman ….. which leaves only $2,900 to go!”
“Remember I am more than happy to call here twice a week when I am off duty to help out!” offered Officer Peach eagerly
“Thanks that will be helpful!” relied the Ranger, giving Calvin a knowing look, which made a shiver go down the younger man's spine.
“It's not fair!” snapped a still defiant and un-remorseful Jordan
Ignoring Jordan, the Ranger continued “Now we need to deal with the other ten thousand and seven hundred you owe Jordan!”
To Jordan's horror he realised that fifteen weeks of spanking was just the start of what the his Hell spawn Babysitter had in store for him.
“Don't worry Jordan, I have arranged for you to work some of that off by doing gardening and odd jobs for all the neighbours in the street!” said Tartarus in a casual, throw away, manner “Of course, you won't be able to wear pants, but I have explained to the locals all that you have a burnt and stung ass ….. rectum, and they are very understanding!” before adding “I am sure they will make a point of coming out to watch and …...... support you!”
Jordan gaped at Tartarus in stunned silence attempting to process what had just been said to him. Was he really expected to work outside, bare butt!!??!! and had that damn ranger actually told the whole neighbourhood that he'd burnt his asshole?!!
“Oh yes” added Tartarus and I have agreed to run one of the attractions at the local charity fair …. the 'Test Your Strength' stall, you can help out with that too!!”
Jordan's mouth fell open, there was something about the Ranger's tone which told him that, whatever this damn Babysitter from hell had planned, it was not something he would enjoy!!
TO BE CONTINUED ….............
Thursday, 23 July 2020
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Sunday, 14 June 2020
I have received a number of requests to include Female Domination and CFNM in Sore Bottomed Guys. However, I have decided not to do so. My view is that Sore Bottomed Guys is primarily a male on male site. Women may feature from time to time, as with the heroic Cindy Mae in “The Shaman's Revenge”, and obviously in crowd scenes, but the main interaction will continue to be between males. Sorry to disappoint F/M fans
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Saturday, 9 May 2020
The Shaman's Revenge Part 20
Chase's Shocking experience
The uncomfortable and humiliating experience with the soap had left Chase in a very angry mood, this combined with the fact he had been placed in a cell with three big, strong, long term convicts who's idea or recreation was spanking his butt, was stinging the young would be mugger's pride as much as his bottom, and increasing his bad temper.
To make matters worse there was still no sign of the promised prison uniform. As a result Chase was still stark naked, which, in itself was embarrassing and inevitably made him the butt of the other convicts' cruel sense of humour.
This came to a head when he was making his way back to his cell and a convict blew a loud wolf whistle and mockingly shouted “That's a cute little butt you got there Blondie, I bet your new Daddies just LUV spanking that!”
“F***ing shut up!” snarled Chase spinning round, and punching the mocking con on the jaw, knocking him to the floor.
In his anger, Chase had not noticed two prison guards standing nearby, until they immediately rushed forward and grabbed hold of him.
“That was an act of violence, which is strictly against prison rules!” one boomed
“Tell that to my damn cell mates!” snapped Chase “What they do to me is sure violent!!”
The guard ignored Chase's reply and continued “There is a punishment for cons who act violently!” He said “And that's the electric chair!”
“What the …?!” Chase was stunned and confused “cut the crap!”
“It's not crap Buddy!” replied the second guard, leaning close to Chase's face “You are getting the electric chair!”
“Yeah! Ol' Buttwarmer will teach you to behave!” grinned the fist guard maliciously
“What are you talking about?!” asked an increasing alarmed Chase
“You will see!” laughed the the first guard as the two officers began pulling Chase down the walkway between cells
Chase, couldn't believe what was happening, surely they were not planning to execute him just for hitting someone, especially as con he had hit was already sitting up and rubbing his chin. He had heard the state still permitted the use of the electric chair, but only for murder, after a trial and years of appeals, so how could this be happening?
Were the guards planning to kill him? He was starting to get seriously scared. “Guys … be reasonable .. I only tapped him...!”
“Yeah?” sneered the second guard “like you only tapped your girlfriend?” then the two men continued to drag Chase through the prison. How come they all knew about his fight with that bi**h Sandie Ann?
The guards led Chase down a flight of stairs and down a corridor to a large door, which they unlocked and pushed him in.
In the middle of the room was what appeared to be a metal chair, with a strange object protruding from the seat. This did not resemble any illustrations Chase had seen of execution style electric chairs, but he certainly did not like the look of it.
Before he knew what was happening, the two guards, acting in unison, turned and lifted him off the floor, each with one arm under his shoulders and the other under his knees. They then began carrying him towards the metal chair.
As they approached the chair, Chase realised that what he had thought was an object resting on the chair, was in fact moulded into the seat itself in the same metal and shaped like a large erect male penis.
He could not believe that the men actually expected him to sit on the seat … but they did. To his horror, he realised what that would mean!
Once they reached the chair, the guards began lowering him onto the huge metal dick. Chase protested loudly and attempted to struggle, but they held him firmly and continued to lower him onto the steel erection.
For a moment progress was stalled when the tip of the metal penis pressed against Chase's tight butt hole. However, the guards knew what they were doing and pressed firmly down on Chase's hips, until the tight pucker began to give way and the artificial penis began slowly forcing its way up into him.
Chase gasped and cried out at such a significant penetration, but he could not prevent himself from gradually slipping lower onto the shaft, as bit by bit more of it slid inside him, until he was actually sitting on the seat, with the metal penis up his ass.
The guards then strapped Chase's wrists to the side of the chair with leather straps, so that he was tied to the chair and unable to stand up, or lift himself off the metal penis, which was now uncomfortably embedded into his anus. even though he struggled to free himself, he has held in place.
This was the third and by far the hardest and largest thing to be forced inside him in less than 24 hours, and he did not enjoy the sensation.
However, that was not his only concern. He looked down and saw a small square box attached to the leg of the chair from which a length of wire ran across the floor to the wall. It seemed the chair was connected to the mains.
One of the guards walked over to the wall where there was a control panel, he flipped a switch and and made a slight adjustment to the dial next to it.
“OUCH!” shouted Chase, as a tingling jolt of electric current ran through the seat of the chair beneath his butt cheeks and up the metal penis stuck inside him.
“So Blondie, what do you think of the electric chair?” laughed the guard “That's the lowest setting!”
“Get me off this fucking thing!” shouted Chase
The guard grinned and turned the dial again sending a marginally stronger surge of electricity up through the chair and into Chase.
“AAAGGHHOOO!” yelled “Quit that will ya'!”
“You broke the rules Blondie, and you need to be punished! Another twist of the dial sent a third bolt of electricity surging into Chase's tender nether region
For the next twenty minutes the guards took turns in tormenting Chase with a series of electric shocks of differing strengths, so that the unlucky convict never knew whether to expect an irritating buzz, a seriously painful electric shock sending a pulse of red hot fire into his butt cheeks and up the metal penis jammed into his anal passage, or some level in between the two. They did so knowing that the uncertain anticipation of what would come next was torture in itself.
None of the electric zaps were powerful enough to prove fatal to a healthy young male or to actually cause injury, but they could certainly cause pain and humiliation, which is what they did to Chase. The guards were really having their fun with the unfortunate young remandee.
A person did not need to be a sadist to work a Smackover Butte facility, but most guards soon became one. There was so much fun to be had.
Meanwhile in the surveillance room, where all the cameras had now been loaded with colour film, a third guard was eagerly recording the scene. He guessed that the footage of Blondie Bubble Butt in the electric chair could be profitable.
He was not wrong, the latest instalment of “Prison Butt Punishment” proved to be the highest selling item at adult video shops across the country.
The tape proved especially popular in Chase's local neighbourhood, where the footage was soon being played and rewound and played again on hundreds of televisions.
Chase didn't know it, but he was becoming a star.
To Be Continued ....
Tuesday, 5 May 2020
The Shaman's Revenge – Part 19
A mocking voice rang out in the prison shower room “Hey Blondie! You dropped the soap!”
Chase turned round to see three grinning faces all looking at him with malicious sneers, the tallest of the three naked men pointed to a bar of soap, which Chase suspected had been deliberately placed on the floor. He knew for certain he had not dropped it, as the bar he had used was on the edge of the sink next to the showers.
“Aren't ya' gonna' pick it up then Blondie?” continued the tall convict.
Even though it wasn't his soap, for a moment Chase wondered if the best way to avoid trouble might have been to just pick up the soap, however, from the expressions on the men's faces he guessed that was just what his tormentors wanted him to do. He had heard tell that it was dangerous to bend over to pick up the soap in prison showers and decided not to take the risk.
“It ain't my soap!” he replied in as casual manner as he could muster “I didn't drop it!”
“So you're not gonna' pick it up?” sneered a second convict.
“No!” Chase replied defiantly
The tall convict sauntered over to where the bar of soap was lying, he picked it up and held it towards Chase “See, I picked it up for you Blondie!” he grinned “You are an untidy little blondie brat aren't you!” his grin broadened “Are you gonna' put it away now?!”
“I told you Buddy, it ain't my soap!” snapped Chase beginning to get irritated by whatever silly game the other guys were playing
“Hey, guys” laughed the tall con, “Little Blondie Bubble Butt is refusing to put the soap away!”
“Shall we tell his three new Daddies?” laughed a second convict “I expect they will spank his cute little blond butt all night again, if we tell them!”
“They'll spank him anyway!” laughed the first man “They're Spanking Daddies!”
“Screw you!” growled Chase, angered by the reference to his cellmates earlier attack on him.
“Oh my! What a rude little brat Blondie is!” cried the tall convict in mock surprise “I suppose we'll just have to put this here soapy bar away for him, won't we guys?”
“Yeah we'll just have to put it way!” agreed the second con with a snigger
Before Chase could react to what was happening, the two men closest to him had lunged at him, grabbed hold of him, and proceeded to wrestle him to the floor!”
“Let go of me you fucks!” he shouted attempting to fight them off
Sadly for Chase, although he could probably have matched either one of them on their own, this was two against one, and within moments he was face down on the floor, with one of the two men straddling him and pinning him down. The second man, the taller of the two then got between his legs and forced them apart.
“I am just going to tidy the soap away Blondie!” he hissed “I'll tuck it away nice and safe” with that, he parted Chase's butt cheeks with one hand and pushed the bar of soap between them with the other, pushing it against the tiny aperture between.
“My aren't you a tight one!” laughed the convict “Little Blondie here is a virgin!”
“Not for long, I guess” laughed a third convict, who had been watching the scene.
Chase stiffened his muscles in an effort to prevent the unwelcome intrusion, but his assailant responded by increasing his efforts to force the hard carbolic bar into Chase's rigid little anus and inevitably finally succeeded in shoving the soap between the lips of their victim's tiny rectum, and pushing it up inside him with his large probing fingers.
Chase gasped in shock at the uncomfortable alien insertion, so much larger and harder than the doctor's finger had been earlier.
“There you are Bondie, we have packed it away for you!!” sneered the tall convict “and you're nice and clean for your Daddies, if they want to fuck you after they've spanked you!”
“Look guys, he's dropped more soap!” laughed the observer, holding up a second bar of soap.
The tall convict eagerly took the second bar and was about to attempted to insert that into the same orifice into which the first bar had vanished, when a fourth convict appeared at the door to warn that a guard was approaching.
The men jumped to their feet and swiftly threw the second bar of soap into the sink. “It's your Lucky day Blondie!” laughed the tall convict “But next time!”
Then they were gone, leaving Chase on the wet floor, still struggling to grasp what had just happened to him.
As he staggered to his feet, a new emotion surged through him, up until then his primary feelings had been shock and fear, but they were now replaced by anger. Anger that he had been caught and then refused bail, and fury at what had happened to him since he arrived at the prison.
Chase was now a very angry young man intent on revenge. Nobody could do what had been done to him, nobody could humiliate him and get away with it, he thought!
However, unfortunately for Chase, his injured pride and his anger were no match for the Shaman's curse!
On the other side of town, the Shaman's main target was also just stepping out of the shower.
Jordan could not believe it, once again, he had gone to bed with a battered, and, in this instance badly scorched backside which was so sore, it had kept him awake for hours, before he had fallen into a fitful and nightmare filled sleep. Yet again, in the morning his bottom was back to it's pure, pert white and unmarked perfection.
Although his new “guardian” The ranger, had left him tied up and sitting, bare bottomed, on a red hot boiler for hours, there was no sign of burning or charring to his smooth and tender skin, even in his most intimate areas. Using his hands he spread his but cheeks and looked back at the reflection in the bathroom mirror, and could see his tiny, tight little butt hole, seemingly giving him a shy pink puckering wink, unmarked, unscarred, and still unknown to man.
There could only be one answer, his body clearly had amazing powers of recovery.
Full bottom recovery aside, there were still many pains in the ass in Jordan's life, and, at the moment, the biggest pain was the sneering, country Good ol' Boy, law man whom Jordan's step father had appointed as his baby sitter in his absence. Of all the things now pissing off Jordan, the very idea that he, at 19, needed a baby sitter was beginning to rankle the most. His little bratty brothers might need supervision, however, he did not, he determined to confront the ranger and let him know exactly what he thought of the arrangement. But first he needed to get dressed.
However. When he pulled open the drawer which usually contained his underpants, he found, to his amazement, that it was empty, he checked the next draw and that was empty , and so was the drawer which had previously contained his speedos and swimming gear.
He rushed to the closet, and to his increasing irritation, found that all his jeans, chinos and shorts had vanished, even his two, rarely ever worn, suits now only consisted of a jacket and no pants. There were vests, T-shirts and sweat tops, but, socks aside, there was nothing to wear beneath the waist. Someone had removed all his pants and underwear, and he had a damn good idea who!
Bare bottomed and furious, he hurried back to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, which he wrapped around his waist, before angrily making his way downstairs to have it out with the damn babysitter, and demand the immediate return of his property.
Jordan's new babysitter, Ranger Tartarus appeared to be expecting him, as he was standing in the door way to the living room, a sardonic grin on his face. Although on leave, he was dressed in casual blue denim and appeared to have made himself very much at home.
Jordan marched aggressively down the stairs and up to the grinning figure, and stood in front of him, in an attempt at an alpha male pose, with his legs apart and his fists clenched threateningly. “What have you done with my pants and jeans?!!” he demanded “give them back to me!!”
“I have put them away safely Sport!” replied Tartarus in an amused drawl “You won't be needin' them for a while!”
“What are you talking about?!” yelled Jordan, stepping forward menacingly
“Doctors orders Sonny!” smiled the Ranger “The doc said you have to stay bare butt for the next six weeks, an' I'm here to see to it!” ….. the grin grew broader “It's for your own good!”
Jordan's mouth fell open, with all that had gone on with the injections and being made to sit on the furnace, he'd quite forgotten what Doctor Schultz had said about not wearing pants “He ...he … wasn't serious!” he stammered “he can't have been serious!”
“He was very serious Sport!” the ranger stepped out of the door way and closer to Jordan “And bare bottomed means no towels neither!” then with on lightning quick motion, and before Jordan could stop him, he grabbed hold of the towel, Jordan had wrapped round himself, and whipped it away, leaving Jordan, once again, naked as a new born babe.
“Give that back!” Jordan cried, his voice taking on a hysterical note.
“Stop whinin' Sport!” snapped the Ranger, “It's gonna' be a scorcher so you won't catch cold!” he winked “'sides goin' nakid' is healthier for the skin!”
“ I don't care if it's healthy, I am not a nudist!” complained Jordan
“You are for the next six weeks Kiddo!” laughed the older man “the BOTTOM half at least!!”
“It's not funny!” grumbled Jordan
“That's what you think!” grinned Tartarus “I think its hilarious, in fact I think I'll suggest to the Doc we extend it by another month, right through till fall!”
“FUCK YOU!” snarled Jordan
“Language Junior” scolded the Ranger “We have company!”
“Yup!, I forgot to say, come through and meet our guests, they want to talk to you!”
“I am not meeting ….. guests … with no pants on!” Jordan growled furiously!
“Oh yes you can Sport!” grinned the Ranger “You are gonna' have to get used to being butt nakid' and now is as good a time as any to start!”
With that, he grabbed hold of Jordan by the ear, and lead him across the hallway to the living room door ….....
TO BE CONTINUED
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