Saturday, 19 May 2018

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 …....



21 comments:

  1. I think it would be great to see Martin get paddled from the coach thanks

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  2. Another outstanding episode! Well written and truly HOT. Thank you! We already know that this brat is due for another spanking from his dad when he gets home. Can't wait to see what other mishaps are in store for his unlucky but deserving backside before then!

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  3. So hot seeing his face with a thick finger up his tight little butt. I wouldn't blame his coach for spanking him even if he didn't deserve it!

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  4. Another fantastic addition to this series, thank you for all your efforts to make such realistic and arousing pictures

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  5. You should charge for commissions , your work is that good! I’d pay to see Tom Holland’s cheeky ass spanked in and out of spandex!

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  6. Your work is fantastic. Do you think we will ever have a F/M copy as well. A lot of us are into F/M and would like to see some if it’s possible
    Thank you

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  7. No f/m please there’s so much of this available already!

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    1. I have no plans to feature F/M material on this site,

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  8. Oh my God, what a hot story! Yes, I am a pervert guy too, because I imagined a group scene in which everybody fucks sexy bubble butt of poor Jordan. :)

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  9. Another amazing entry! I was only slightly disappointed that Jordan didn't start cumming in front of everyone from the tool and fingers up his ass; guys getting off against their will is a big fantasy button-pusher for me. Hopefully, you're keeping that scenario in your back pocket. Something else I'd really love to see is Chase and Jordan being punished together...maybe the coach is in the middle of punishing Jordan and Chase is brought to him for discipline too (or comes crashing through the roof for some reason...seems like something that would happen to him!). In the end, Chase winds up naked on top of the already naked Jordan, and while he's getting his butt walloped, his dick is rubbing against Jordan' crack, until the inevitable happens? Would LOVE to see that!

    I very much enjoyed Jordan's misadventure with the lacrosse and swim teams, and his naked hijinks in the park, before he finally reached home, only to find it wasn't the safe space he imagined it would be! The more public Jordan's humiliations are, the better I like them! I do hope Goran gets to witness more of the effects of his magic first hand. Maybe he could occasionally take an active role in humiliating Jordan, using his powers to cause all kinds of outlandish coincidences to get Jordan naked in public; a screw that suddenly sticks out a bit too far, a dog that smells some imaginary food on Jordan's pants, spontaneously worn out threads, glue, magnets...the more outlandish the better, IMO! I picture Jordan kind of living in a Final Destination movie, except instead of ending up dead by extraordinary coincidence, he winds up naked and butt sore!

    Also, now that Martin's sadistic tendencies have been awakened, maybe he can start plotting ways to get Jordan naked, humiliated, and sore-bottomed himself? Maybe he could tamper with Jordan's speedo so that Jordan loses it during a meet? Or treat his suit with liquid heat or poison ivy? Maybe he arranges a scenario where Jordan's dad is forced to discipline him in public? Martin seems like a pretty bright guy; I'll bet he could come up with all sorts of ways to keep Jordan's cheeks (top and bottom) a bright red. And I'm sure he'd ultimately love to come up with a way to get Jordan over his OWN knee somehow...

    I do have one small historical quibble: since the story takes place in 1980, it's unlikely that any of the boys on the lacrosse or swim teams would be wearing boxers or boxer briefs as shown in chapters 3 and 4. Tighty-whities or other colored briefs would have been pretty much the only things you'd see in a locker room back then on guys that age. Not that I'm really complaining about the diversity of underwear you showed, but as a man with a major tighty-whitey fetish, I can't help but view it as a bit of a missed opportunity. Speaking of which, I'd love to see Jordan stripped to his briefs for a few panels before (inevitably) winding up naked!

    Please keep doing what you're doing; all your hard work is VERY much appreciated, and I know I'm not the only one in awe of both your photo-shopping talent and your storytelling ability. Really looking forward to the next chapter!

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    1. Yes 1980s lets see some short shorts! Sweatbands! Denim cutoffs!

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  10. Please let his butt get rump roasted. I think he definitely deserves to be given the hot seat for kicking that kitten into the street.

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  11. Too much knowledge can be a real turn-off. Much as I enjoy butt injection pics, no real doctor will inject your lower or middle ass cheek because of all the nerve endings and blood vessels there that make spanking so hot, also the risk of the needle hitting the sciatic nerve which could cripple you (even Jordan doesn't deserve that to happen to him). The only place it's safe to inject is the upper outer part of your butt near the hip.

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    1. Although not common injections can be given in the lower portion of the buttocks. My pediatrician gave me shots in the lower outer quadrants too! I remember sitting on the hard plastic seat in the bus afterward and every time the bus went over a rough part of the road it really hurt my sensitive bottom. I know that intramuscular shots are usually administered in the upper outer portions of the buttocks but they can be safely given in the lower portions too; perhaps it requires more knowledge and skill to do this safely; I don't know. I just wanted to give my experience about this. This part of the story sure hit home with me.

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  12. Thanks for the comment Anonymous. I think what we need to remember is that this blog is about fantasy, we are not pretending that this is real life. As with many cartoon fantasies, there are things depicted here, which, if they occurred in real life could cause injury.
    However, in Sore Bottomed Guys world, the unlucky lads make a swift recovery - until their next sore bottom.

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  13. I really think it's time for Jordan's third appointment at the clinic. If he doesn't hurry up and finish this set of injection in time, the doctor will have to start the whole set of injection all over again...

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  14. Thong action. that would be awesome.

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  15. I am really excited to see how Jordan's misadventures will continue. Can you say when we can exspect the next part? Thanks a lot for all your work!

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    1. Thanks, I am glad you are enjoying Jordan's troubles more than he is! I am working on the next instalment at the moment, and I hope to have it ready to post this week.

      I am sorry there has been a delay, but from time to time real life gets in the way of creativity.


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  16. Can you please create F/M story too? Your work is amazing

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