The Shaman's Revenge (Part 8)

The Shaman's Revenge (Part 8)

Very reluctantly, and with a glum expression on his handsome face, Jordan slunk down the road, heading towards the College infirmary, accompanied by the now casually dressed Ranger, whom Jordan's Dad had irritatingly asked to accompany his son to his medical appointment. Although it was yet another hot day, Jordan wore an extra sweater over his T-Shirt and, instead of shorts he was wearing jeans. He had felt the urgent need to cover his body when in Officer Tartarus's presence , as the way the Ranger looked at him, with that sardonically amused twinkle in his dark eyes made the younger man feel very exposed.

In any event, the ranger had seen more than enough of his body already!

“You and me are gonna' have tons of fun, now I am your neighbour!” said the Ranger, his friendly words somewhat belied by the cruel twist of his lips “just you wait an' see!”

“If you say so!” muttered Jordan, very much doubting that any time spent with this new neighbour would come anywhere close to being “fun”

After what seemed like no time they were in the main hallway leading to the College medical facility and Jordan made one final attempt to avoid the inevitable “Okay ..uh … Sir!” he said “there's no need for you to wait around, In can take it from here..”

“No chance Buddy!” smiled the Ranger “I promised your Daddy I would see you all the way to the doctor, and that is what I an gonna' do!” he pointed to the infirmary door, “after you kid!”

Jodan's shoulder's slumped even more, he knew there was no escaping from what was coming.

Once they entered the main medical room, they saw the Doctor sitting on a chair, apparently reading some notes. he looked up “Ah! Jordan” he said “You are on time for once … and who is this you have brought with you?”

“Officer Caleb Tartarus!” replied the ranger “but you can call me 'Ranger', I am acting guardian, just here to see that young Jordie got here safely”

Jordan cringed, nobody had called him “Jordie” in over a decade, and he hated the name.

“Tartarus?” asked the Doctor “I am sure I have come across that name before … is it of Greek origin?

The Ranger raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn't respond to the question, instead he asked “As I understand it, Jordie needs some injections in his little bottom?”

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“Indeed!” replied the Doctor “Jordan, I would like to discuss the results of your latest tests, but first you need to remove your clothes!”

“Aww Doc! Why do I need to be naked?” Jordan groaned “couldn't I just loosen my pants a bit?!”

“The Doc says you gotta' git naked fella'!” interjected the Ranger “so do as you're told and git stripped! … now!”

“Do as you are told young man!” added the doctor

Glumly Jordan began removing his clothes, his mood sinking even further towards the floor. He had always been proud of his body, but now he had come to hate being exposed, especially in front of the grinning clown of a ranger.

As instructed Jordan removed all his clothes until he was naked, apart from his white socks, and stood in front of the two men, feeling like some sort of exhibit, or a slave about to be auctioned to the highest bidder.

The doctor then looked back down to the notes he had been studying “I regret we are going to need to increase your treatment Jordan!” he said

“In in ...increase...” stammered Jordan “you mean … like .. more?!” he stepped back and immediately felt the ranger's restraining hand on his shoulder.

“The initial prescription was too conservative I am afraid” frowned Dr Schultz “We will need to extend the treatment for a further week and increase the dosage to two injections in each cheek, three times a week!”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!!” yelled Jordan, his voice a shrill with a mixture and anger and fear “I getting out of here!” he attempted to reach for his clothes, but the ranger's grip tightened, holding him firmly in place.

“You are not going anywhere Buddy” growled the ranger, the menace in his voice unmistakable.

However, Jordan was beyond being intimidated “Fucking let go of me! I ain't taking any more needles in the butt ...NO WAY!!” he snarled furiously attempting to struggle free and aiming a blow at the Ranger's chiselled jaw, but succeeded only in hurting his hand, as the ranger continued to hold him firmly.

Meanwhile, the Doctor strode across the room and also took hold of Jordan's arm, and between them the two men forced him face down onto a small medical trolley, as the young swimmer continued to struggle protest and kick.

“We need to tie the varmit down!” said the Ranger “I guess you don't have any rope handy?”

“would this do the job?” replied the doctor producing two large rolls of plastic wrap “A smart salesman sold six boxes of this stuff to my assistant, saying it could be used for bandaging serious burns!”

“Looks more like something I'd wrap a ham sandwich in!” replied the Ranger “but, yup! That should do it!”

Whilst the ranger held the yelling Jordan down the Doctor used his bandaging skills to swiftly wrap the plastic cling film wrap around Jordan and the trolley, until he was firmly secured.

Once the Ranger was satisfied that Jordan was wrapped tightly, and could not free himself, he stepped back studied their handiwork with a sly grin on his face. “Now, I'd say that is a perfect target!” he drawled grinning at Jordan' fully exposed and now uplifted bare bottom “If I say so myself!” he winked at the Doctor “and provides you with full access for whatever you have to do!”

He then turned and picked up one of the four syringes which the Doctor had prepared in advance of Jordan's visit and a malevolent sneer began to spread across his face “Say Doc” he asked “have you ever played darts?”

“Years ago” replied the Doctor, “but not since my freshman year”

“American darts or British Darts?” asked the Ranger

“American I think..”

“They are similar, 'cept the dart board is different ..” he paused “and we have a very different dart board today” he pointed at Jordan's bottom.

“What do you mean …?”

The ranger held out a syringe “You wanna' have a go at hitting the target?” he asked

Realising what the Ranger meant the Doctor smiled nervously “Are you serious... that's a bit unconventional...” he replied

“unconventional but sure to be fun … if not so much fun for young Jordie Boy!” laughed the Ranger, there was no doubting he was serious

Jordan had not taken much note of the conversation, being more focused on unsuccessfully attempting to extradite from the plastic wrap attaching him to the metal trolley, but the words “not much fun for young Jordie boy” attracted his immediate attention. He struggled to comprehend what the Ranger was talking about, without being able to turn round he could not see the man's face, but was sure it would be wearing the characteristic cruel grin. He guessed the Ranger had something nasty in mind, but could never have imagined what his new neighbour had planned for him.

“I am not sure about this ...” chucked the doctor, his professional ethics fighting a losing battle with his excitement at what was being proposed!

“Let me show you!” said Ranger Tartarus, lifting the syringe in the air, closing one eye, whilst taking air, and then threw the syringe hard and skilfully at Jordan.

Jordan let out a shriek of pain as the needle jammed hard into the lower part of his left butt cheek. Any injection is painful, but when the impact is the result of the needle being thrown hard and from a distance, the sensation was magnified ten fold. “What are you Fucking ####s doing? … that fucking HURTS!!”

“Oh good shot! Laughed Dr Schultz, his ethical reluctance evaporating with his desire to emulate the Ranger. “Let me have a go!”

“Here you are” Tartarus handed a second syringe to the doctor, whilst at the same time picking up a third “meanwhile I will see it I can get the right butt cheek!”

With that, he threw the syringe he had just taken straight at Jordan, hitting the target hard in the right butt cheek, resulting in another yell of pain from the unlucky young athlete plastic wrapped securely to the medical trolley.

“My turn … my turn!” cried the Doctor, his childlike excitement belying his thirty eight years of life and characteristic mature professionalism. He took aim and threw the third syringe which again pierced their unhappy target's left cheek.

“One more!” Laughed Officer Tartarus, raising his hand and letting lose his final “dart”

The impact of the fourth syringe jabbing into his burning behind made Jordan lurch forward, which in turn caused the trolley's wheels to start turning as the trolley began rolling towards the door, picking up speed as it did so. Jordan's head hit the door, acting like a medieval battering ram and throwing it open.

The trolley, with the unhappy cling wrapped cargo on top, sped through the door and out into the main hall.

It was then when another of the unlucky coincidences, which had plagued Jordan's life over recent days kicked in, as the college janitor had only just washed the floor, using a new wax based detergent, which, while still wet, as it was then, made the floor extremly slippery. As soon as the wheels of the trolley hit the wet floor, the speed of its trajectory increased sending it hurtling across the hallway in the direction of an open window.

The Janitor gasped in stunned amazement at the sight which greeted him. A naked young male, strapped to a medial trolley with with what appeared to be sandwich wrap, and with four medical syringes sticking unto his butt cheeks trundling across the just washed hallway at escalating speed, was not something he had ever expected to see, or something he would soon forget.

When the trolley hit the wall on the other side of the hallway it bounced upwards and tipped forward, sending itself and Jordan flying through the window. The force of the collision caused the plastic wrap to tear, separating Jordan from the trolley, as they both briefly seemed to hover in the air, before hurtling towards the ground below.

The window was on the fourth floor and Jordan knew for sure that a fall from such a height would inevitably cause either death or serious injury. He closed his eyes in blind terror and tensed his body for the bone shattering impact to come, as the events of the last two weeks sped through his mind. His run of bad luck had clearly been leading up to this fatal conclusion.

In fact, instead of being killed or injured, Jordan was to experience the first instance of good luck he he had encountered for some time. However, the degree to which this luck was “good” was somewhat relative.

Instead of hitting the hard ground below, Jordan's fall was was broken by landing in a garbage dumpster full of waste from the College canteen. A mixture of rotten fruit, rancid pork and week old discarded bread and pasta provided a soft landing, if a rather unpleasant one, especially for someone with Jordan's fastidious tastes.

The weight of his body caused him to sink into the foul smelling mush, which absorbed his body from head to waist, leaving his lower body and cling film wrapped legs now uppermost and sticking into the air.

Although his head was in a pocked of unpleasant smelling air, enabling him to breath, the rotten mush above held him firmly like quick sand, and the more he struggled the more firmly it seemed to grasp him.

Despite his predicament, Jordan's survival instinct kicked in and he realised that continuing to struggle could cause the air pocket to collapse, in which case he would suffocate.

His only option was to stay still and hope that the air would last long enough for him to be rescued.

Unfortunately for Jordan, it was over half an hour before rescue came. And for all of that half hour Jordan remained upside down encased in rotting food waste with four medical syringes jabbing painfully into his uplifted bottom, as Dr Shultz's special serum gradually drained down the needles into his backside, where it would only add to the further discomforts which were heading its way …..

To Be Continued