The Shaman's Revenge (Part 9)

The Shaman's Revenge (Part 9)

Chase Colby had just returned home after a very bad day, there had been a lot of bad days recently, but that day had been one of the worst as he had just lost the second job in three month. Chase's boss. Will Bryant, the Caretaker at Capsaicin College, had eventually tired of the lazy young fool's constant lateness and shoddy workmanship and sacked him.

This was a big problem for Chase as he needed the money. Due to his poor credit rating he had needed to borrow money from a loan shark, and the interest was very high, if he could repay the debt the lender was likely to become very unpleasant.

More significantly, on his scale of importance, Chase liked having money in his pocked, it was a lot easier to ball chicks when a guy had money.

Despite his financial concerns, however, Chase had still spent part of the cash he had left on beer and some high quality weed from a dealer he knew. He figured that a drink and a smoke would take his mind off his troubles.

As soon as the handsome young wastrel got home, he stripped naked and spent ten minutes under a shower, the hot soapy water providing a welcome balm to his lithe and tanned, perfectly formed but tense and aching body.

Finally stepping out of the shower and drying himself, he padded, still naked, into the studio bedroom of his tiny apartment, and turned on his huge “Ghetto blaster” style portable radio, tuned to a station which played his favourite heavy rock music 24/7, then opened a first bottle of beer, which he swiftly downed and followed with a second. 

He then threw himself face down on the bed and rolled himself a joint from the marijuana he had purchased earlier that day.

After a few puffs of the expensive weed, Chase began to feel mellow and relaxed, he leaned over and turned up the music as high as it would go, yelling “Yeah man!” as he did so.

Chase planned to only play the music for an hour or so, since the incident with the wasps, which he was superstitiously convinced the weird old East European man upstairs had something to do with, he had made sure the he did not make any noise after 10:30 at night, when he believed the old man went to bed.

His good behaviour motivated by fear rather than good neighbourliness, Chase had intended to do the same that night. However, the drugs which his pusher had sold him was a lot more powerful than usual, and the effect was intensified by combining it with the strong beer he had just drunk. As a result, within twenty minutes of lighting the first joint, the unlucky young hunk had fallen fast asleep.

Chase would be unconscious for the next eleven hours, although he did not sleep peacefully, as his dreams were troubled by the same reoccurring nightmare, in which he was running naked through an endless field of corn, pursued by a swarm of giant and angry hornets, all intent on stinging his bare behind.

Throughout the long hours of hours of the night, the loud rock music continued to blare out of the huge speakers wired to his ghetto blaster. The noise was so loud, it smothered all other sounds, including his elderly upstairs neighbour furiously hammering on the floor, and threatening Chase with every agony that Hell had in store for him.

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Whilst Chase still slept, elsewhere in town, Jordan Draper had risen early, and was up to no good. Before anyone else was awake he slipped out of the house and hurried quietly across the road to the old McKinny house, where the ranger was living, and he was intent on doing harm in some way, although he had not yet decided what way.

After the events of the last two days, it had become clear to Jordan that having the ranger for a neighbour was really bad news for him, and likely to get worse. He had to get rid of the ranger, or find some way of stopping him from causing trouble.

Various ideas went through his head, perhaps he could find evidence of bad deeds on the rangers part, which Jordan could use to blackmail the officer into leaving town. It seemed obvious that a guy who took such obvious pleasure in spanking a guy, and sticking needles in his ass, had to be some sort of pervert, maybe there would be some evidence of perversion in the house, which Jordan could use.

Failing that, if the hose “accidentally” caught fire, the ranger would have to more, or even better, the ranger might be trapped inside the house when it burnt down.

With vengeance also on his mind, the thought of the ranger burning to death …. slowly ….. was not an unattractive prospect to Jordan at that moment!

Once at the back of the old McKinny house, Jordan looked around for the best way to get in, and noticed that a small skylight window in the basement appeared to be unlocked. He pushed it with his foot and it gave way. The window was unlocked, and it was just large enough for him to squeeze through.

After furtively glancing around to check that there was nobody watching, Jordan climbed through the window and, with the agility of a young fawn, jumped down to the floor below. The Mckinny basement was not one of those which had been remodelled into a trendy residential space, or underground games room, but instead it was the old style storage space beneath the house, with a stained concrete floor, exposed rafters and a single light bulb hanging on a wire from the ceiling.

He saw a light switch and turned on the single light, so as to be able to better see where he was. As he did so, Jordan noticed an unlit furnace and some cans of gasoline on one side of the room, these would be useful if he did decide to burn down the house. However, first he needed to find a way into the main living, and began creeping towards a set of stone stairs leading to a doorway.

However, it was at this point that things became surreal, as suddenly, there was a sound like a rushing wind around his feet, and then, to his amazement his feet left the floor, as if some strange force was lifting him up and tipping him forward, but instead of falling towards the floor, he began floating upwards towards the ceiling, as if his body was defying gravity.

 

“What the f....?” gasped Jordan, unable to fully comprehend what was happening to him. He had once seen a show featuring a magician seemingly levitating his assistant, but he was sure that was faked. Whereas this was really happening. He reached out to grab at a central pillar in an attempt to steady himself, but it was out of his reach, and he just kept steadily rising like some weightless astronaut.

If that was not bizarre enough, suddenly first one shoe slipped off his feet and fell to the floor followed by a second, then his jeans became became strangely loose and began falling down his legs. Jordan grabbed out to stop the jeans coming off totally, but it was too late, as they had already slipped down his legs and joined the shoes in a crumpled pile of blue denim on the floor.

Jordan could not believe what was happening to him, this shit couldn't be for real, he must be asleep and dreaming.

What happened next made his realise with 100% certainty that he was wide awake. He was now naked from the waste down, and as he continued to float upwards , his exposed bare bottom was getting closer and closer to the glowing light bulb. Of course as the light bulb was behind him, Jordan was unaware that he was gliding towards it, until the hot glass sphere touched the tender skin between his butt cheeks.

“AAAAGHHH!” screamed Jordan “That's FUCKING HOT!!!” indeed the bulb was very hot, and inexplicably seemed to be getting hotter and hotter as it rubbed against Jordan's most tender and sensitive area. Then as if two large invisible hands had grasped each butt cheek, and spread them open, so that the glowing light bulb slipped between them, and was soon pressed against the puckering pink rim of his anus. “YYYYEEEEEOOOOOOOOO”” screamed Jordan as the bulb continued to heat up. “Someone help me!!”

Although, it seemed much longer, Jordan's anus was, in fact, only in contact with the bulb for a matter of seconds, but it was long enough to singe the tender skin.

Then, as if whatever had lifted him up was weakening its grip, Jordan began descending back towards floor. Then suddenly, inanimate objects which had been lying about the basement, seem to come to life, and fly towards him, swirling around his backside and legs in a spectacle reminiscent of some clever cartoon animation. However, their purpose seemed altogether less innocent than most cartoons.

First a pair of hard soled old arm boots flew at Jordan as he still floated down before the left boot delivered a massive kick to his uplifted backside, sending him flying forward, and causing one of his socks to fall off. The right boot then kicked Jordan's other butt cheek, causing his second sock to fall off and Jordan to let out a further cry of pain.

Next, an old garden rake flew at this him and began jabbing his bottom with it's sharp prongs. Sometimes it jabbed the butt cheeks and sometimes it jabbed between. Now on the floor, Jordan, tried crawling out of range of the needle like prongs, but the fork followed him, still jabbing away.

In some way that Jordan couldn't quite understand, as he crawled, his hooded sweat shirt, also fell off, leaving him naked.

However, for all their bruising kicks and jabbing thrusts. The boots and the garden fork were mere warm up acts compared to the next object which was to assault the young athlete's punished posterior. Although smaller than the other items, who knew that a common plastic bristled bottle brush could have such a devastating impact, if inserted where it was about to thrust itself. 

 

First the brush spun in circles, as if taking aim, then, with the trajectory of a speeding bullet, it shot towards the unlucky young athlete's raised bottom, pushed between his buttocks, forcing open the tight pink orifice between, and penetrating deep inside Jordan, until every plastic bristle had vanished from view, and only the long wire handle protruded from between the quivering cheeks.

Jordan, a look of wide eyed shock on his face, opened his mouth to cry out, but no sound came, and a silent scream echoed round the shabby basement. He was like a frozen statue kneeling in an all fours “doggy position” as the full enormity of the horror sunk in.

The bristles of the bottle brush were only plastic, so they were not, in reality, tearing his flesh, they just felt as if they were was. However, it we not just the pain which further discomforted Jordan, the bristles seemed to be pricking against every nerve end within in his lower body, sending electric like pulses, similar to touching an especially sensitive tooth, through his tense young body.

This was causing sensations, he had never felt before, and never wished to feel again. There are many straight men who derive secret pleasure from anal penetration, but Jordan was not one of these men, for him the sensation was nightmarish and incapacitating.

He reached back, took hold of the wire handle and attempted to pull the brush out if it's new socket. However, the shock had caused his rear passage to involuntarily tighten, with the result that the brush was gripped firmly and would not budge.

A flood or rational and and irrational thoughts washed back and forth through his mind, he could understand very little of what had happened within the last few frantic minutes, however the one stark reality was that he needed to get this ghastly alien object removed from his body, and for that, however embarrassing it might be, it meant he had to find help.

He attempted to stand up, but found he could not, as any attempt to stand straight caused the bottle brush inside him to push against nerves and muscle, causing an almost Sciatica like paralysis, which kept him bent double. There was no way that he could either mount the stairs, or climb back out the window, if he was stuck in this position.

As he lay on the floor, effectively immobilised, the full nightmare reality of his predicament became clear, he was trapped, stark naked in the basement of an officer of the law, who obviously wished him ill and who's home he had just broken into. And top top it all, he had a bottle brush wedged up his ass.

With mounting horror Jordan realised that he was, well and truly, and indeed literally, fucked!

To be continued ….