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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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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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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The Shaman's Revenge Part 7 (2)

The Shaman's Revenge Part 7 (2)

 

Jordan Gets a “wheelbarrowin'”

As part of the college's new team building program the Capsaicin College junior baseball team had been set a fund raising target with the goal of building a new team club house. One way that the team were raising funds was by offering to do menial jobs, such as gardening, painting or even cleaning for members of the local community.

That afternoon, together their Coach, Coach Amundsen, they had been visiting houses in Parkfield Avenue, and, by another of those spooky and reoccurring coincidences, had just arrived at the Draper household, where Mr Draper was just about to find some tasks for them to carry out in his garage when they heard a loud Knocking coming from the direction of the door.

Mr Draper left the team in his garage and went to answer the door. Returning minutes later and, to the amazement of the boys, he was followed by a park ranger in full uniform pulling a very unhappy looking, and totally naked, Jordan Draper after by a firm grip on his ear.

A number of the smaller boys had endured unkind taunts and bullying from Jordan in the past, and grinned broadly at the sight of his discomfort. “Schadenfreude”, the German tern for deriving pleasure from the misfortune of others, can be a very satisfying emotion. This is especially true, when that misfortune befalls someone as deserving as Jordan Draper, the junior baseball team were to experience Schadenfreude aplenty that afternoon, and would have an even more satisfying spectacle to observe and tell their friends about very soon.

Coach Amundsen forced back the amused grin threatening to spread across his craggy face, it seemed that young Jordan had got himself into trouble yet again. The handsome young swimmers revolving cycle of painful and embarrassing misadventures were starting to become almost comical.

Mr Draper turned to the team, “Instead of giving you boys work to do” he said “I think it is time to expand your education and show you what happens to bad little boys who can't behave themselves!” he pointed to two small benches in the corner of the garage “can some of you sit there please!, and the rest stand on the other side, so you all get a good view!”

He turned back to Jordan “As for the club house fund, Jordan is going to donate this month's allowance to that, aren't you Jordan!”

Jordan opened his mouth to protest but no words came out, he just stood there with his mouth involuntarily opening and closing like a particularly handsome catfish. On top of everything else he was now going to lose his allowance fir a month, how could he survive that?!!

Mr Draper sat down on an upturned metal barrel “I told you what would happen Jordan!” he said “Now come over here and get over my knee!”

Jordan did not obey, he stood rigid, for a moment his only movement was to nervously clench and unclench his fists, as he stared intently at the floor. When he did move it was to step back, look up and turn to face his father, a look of fierce defiance on his face.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” he snarled "I'M NOT A FUCKING KID!, I'M NINETEEN” he stubbornly folded his arms, adopting a post which was supposed to appear rebellious, but, due to his nakedness, just looked rather silly, albeit a little sexy at the same time. “YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME ANY MORE!” He yelled.

Jordan pointed to the assembled junior baseball team members “ESPECIALLY NOT IN FRONT OF THOSE LITTLE DICKHEADS!” he spat the last word with contempt.

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The Shaman's Revenge Part 7 (part 1)

The Shaman's Revenge Part 7 (part 1)

Goran could not forget about the kitten that Jordan had kicked, the more he thought about the thoughtless cruelty that nasty boy had inflicted on a trusting little animal the more and more angry he became.

As the old warlock's anger grew his spell grew stronger, and his incantations, which still echoed in the dark recesses and forgotten places, began to travel further to even deeper and far darker places where it was heard by things, the likes of which would make the bravest of men tremble.

It was now the turn of one such thing to answer his call, a creature which had slumbered for many centuries began to stir. Gradually as the thing awoke it began to change its form transitioning bit by bit from something beast like into the recognisable form of a man.

At last, the shape shifting complete, the creature which had become a man stepped forward from the shadows, it's manly body now illuminated by the flames of the fiery cavern where it had slept. As it did so, a sardonic smile settled on its now passably handsome features. It had been centuries since it had last been called, but now that it was awake, it planned to have some fun.

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Back in the place where human dwell, Jordan was moody and miserable, both emotions made worse by the constant stinging throb in his now much punished bottom. He felt sore, he felt humiliated and on top of all that, he felt hot. The brief respite of the cooler morning had passed and the steamy mid – summer temperatures had returned with a vengeance.

Being young and in good shape, Jordan was not usually affected by hot weather, but even he was suffering in this level of heat and humidity, not least because the hot weather seemed to make the fire in his butt even more painful.

It was as if hell fire had been unleashed and was heating the very air, as a result, Jordan was in a Hellish mood.

His backside had been stinging ever since those damn injections that morning, followed by hard and embarrassing bare bottom, hand spanking, from the Coach. Weirdly, the burning sensation was not fading, in fact, if anything, it was getting worse, how was that even possible?!

The heat, and the pain in his rump were not the only reasons Jordan had cut class that afternoon. Now that everyone in the school knew what had happened to him in the locker room, and were probably already being informed of his latest humiliation, attending a class full of grinning and giggling students was an embarrassing and humiliating experience.

It was intolerable that everyone knew what had happened to him, and the damage to his fragile ego would take a long time to heal, even after most people had forgotten. He could only be grateful that so few people knew that his father had been spanking him every night, Jordan's younger brothers knew, but they also knew what would happen to them if they dared to reveal it!

A strong desire to escape from the whispering and scornful glances, as well as relief from the city heat, had led Jordan to jump on his motorbike and ride out of the city into the open countryside and into a large forest beyond.

On the weekend, the forest, which was a national park would have been full of hikers and tourists, however, as it was now midweek, Jordan found that, as expected, apart from an occasional passing car, he was alone, which was now the way he wanted it.

Jordan was not a natural nature lover, but trees and bushes did not know what had happened to him, they did not giggle, point and snigger at his humiliation, so right now he preferred the company of trees to that of human beings.

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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 …....