The Shaman's Revenge Part 10

The Shaman's Revenge Part 10

Jordan lay on the cold basement floor, very miserable, very sore and unable to get up or escape from the discovery he knew was coming. Within moments discovery arrived.

“What on ….?” a boomed voice echoed round the basement and briefly distracted Jordan from his torment, he looked up and saw the ranger entering the room, and knew instantly that his bad day was going to get a lot worse. 

 

The ranger, bare foot and bare chested, strode across the room and stood looking down at Jordan with an expression of poorly concealed amusement on his face “What are you doing boy? … how did you get in here?” … he looked across to the open skylight window “Did you break in?”

“I... I .. “ stammered Jordan, keenly aware there was nothing he could say which would not make his predicament worse.

“Do I arrest you? ...” mused the ranger with feigned seriousness “or should I have a word with your Dad …?”

“Please Officer … Sir … I can explain!” moaned Jordan, his mind struggling for an explanation as to why he was lying naked on the floor or the ranger's basement which would both not incriminate him or appear totally fanciful!

“Get up off the floor!” ordered Officer Tartarus

“I can't!” wailed Jordan

“What do mean you “can't”?” snapped the Ranger

“I ...I … I just can't!” relied the miserable Jordan

“Not be stupid boy ...get up!.... on your feet boy!!”

“I can't …. I've got a ….... a ....... bottle brush up my ass!” moaned Jordan.

“W...What?” shouted the Ranger, pretending he had no idea what had befallen Jordan “Let me look?” he stepped forward and tool a close look at Jordan's bottom “By damn! You have!!” he frowned at Jordan “What have you been doing boy?”

“Nothing!” protested Jordan “It just flew up there!!!” As the words left his mouth he knew nobody would believe them so he corrected himself “I .. er … sat on it!!” at least that sounded slightly more believable.

The ranger raised a sceptical eyebrow “If you you .. uh .. say so kid!” he folded his arms “You sure you ain't been … experimenting … like boys do!”

“No I 'ain't … haven't been experimenting … I am not a pervert!”

“Oh yes??? …..Says the naked guy with a bottle brush up his ass!” chortled the Ranger “why is it stopping you from standing up?”

“I think it must be pressing on a nerve. When I try to stand up it jabs into me!”

“Hmmm … are you sure you are not just being a wimp because it feels bad?.... try getting on your hands and knees.”

With considerable difficulty Jordan managed to clamber on to his knees, making grunts of discomfort every time the prickly plastic brush jabbed his tight little passage.

“Now try crawling across the floor!” 

 

In increasing discomfort Jordan attempted to crawl as instructed, letting out increasingly shrill squeaks of pain as he did so.

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The ranger roared with laughter as he watched Jordan's perfect, but much punished bottom sway from side to side with the wire handle of the brush protruding from between his cheeks. As if unable to resist, he lent forward and flicked the handle with his forefinger, causing it to vibrate inside Jordan's rectum.

“YEEEOOWW!” screamed Jordan as the a tingling and prickling sensation surged through his body, feeling as if all the nerve ends in his bottom had received an electric shock. “Don't do that!!”

“Can you squat?” asked Officer Tartarus “You might find that easier!”

“Squat?”

“Yeah, like doing squat thrusts in the gym!” replied the ranger “Here let me help you!” He stepped forward, grabbed Jordan under the armpits and pulled him up as the unhappy boy howled in discomfort.

Once in a squatting position, Jordan realised the Ranger had been right and that this position was a bit easier to bear, albeit it was still very uncomfortable.

“That's better!” said the ranger “Now we need to get you to the hospital, so they can remove that thing!”

“Are you going to call an ambulance?” asked Jordan, cringing at the thought of paramedics seeing him with a bottle brush up his behind “Couldn't a doctor come here instead?”

“No, there is no need to waste valuable medical resources and time ferrying a fit athlete a few hundred yards” snapped Officer Tartarus “The hospital is just down the street!”

“b....but how am I going to get there, I can't walk!”

“You can waddle!”

“I can't waddle!” snapped Jordan in horror

“Of course you can, you're a fit, athletic guy, it should be no problem, ….. and I am certainly not going carry you!”

“But it's miles to the hospital!”

“Garbage, its a mile and half at most, it's just a brisk walk ….. waddle .. and we'll be there in no time!”

Despairing at the prospect of waddling a mile and a half with a bottle brush in his backside, Jordan looked around the room as if seeking a means of escape. Then he noticed something was missing …

“Where are my clothes? … they were over there? …”

The Ranger looked around casually and shrugged “I can't see no clothes boy!”

“I need my clothes... they can't have disappeared ..”

“You dumb boys” laughed the Ranger “always losing something!” he turned back to Jordan “I guess you're just gonna' have to go in your birthday suit!!” with that he grabbed Jordan round the waist, threw him over his shoulder and walked swiftly up the steps out of the basement.

It was, in fact almost two miles to the local hospital, and every yard was a nightmare for Jordan as each waddled step caused the prickly brush to jab into his sensitive anus and various internal nerves sending tingling shock waves from his bottom through the rest of his body. Although the bristles were only plastic, and were actually not tearing flesh, he felt as if they were. Therefore, each wobbling step was accompanied with a gasp or an angry yell of discomfort.

“Don't be such a baby Jordan!” laughed the Ranger, who was walking slowly along beside the unfortunate young swimmer, and unable to fully hide the pleasure he was taking from Jordan's discomfort.

Jordan's discomfort was to increase and be combined with shame and embarrassment as they got closer to the hospital where there were a number of people walking in and out, all of whom stooped to stare, point and laugh at the naked young man waddling down the street, like a large pink and particularly handsome duck! He prayed that none of them spotted the wire bottle brush handle sticking out of his naked rectum.

Unfortunately for Jordan, as soon as they reached the hospital, Officer Tartarus wasted no time in making sure that everyone in earshot knew all about the bottle brush. “We need some help here!” he bellowed loudly “Jordan Draper here has gone and got a bottle brush stuck right up his backside!” His voice grew louder “Don't know how he's done it mind, but idiot boys do do the dumbest things!!”

“Not so loud, please they will all hear!!” pleaded the humiliated young athlete.

However, the Ranger ignored Jordan's pleas “He claims he weren't experimenting or anything!” he continued “but, ya' know, how does a dude get a prickly brush stuck deep up his lil' white boy tush, without doing something a bit weird?! ….. I'm Just saying!!”

The woman at the reception desk, who Jordan, to his horror recognised as a friend of his Mom's, almost fell off her chair in an attempt to stifle her laughter as she blurted out “I will page a Doctor immediately Sir!” before hiding her mouth with her hand.

Moments later, as if Jordan's horrible day could not get any worse, a familiar white gowned figure arrived on the scene, it was Dr Schultz, the college doctor, who was filling in filling in for a colleague at the hospital.

“Ah Caleb … Officer Tartarus!” he said “I see young Jordan had got himself into yet another pickle!”

“Hi Doc!” laughed the Ranger, “he's got himself skewered more like, the dumb jock has stuffed a prickly bottle brush up his fanny!”

“I didn't stuff it up ….there!” protested Jordan

“How did it get there then son?” asked the Doctor in a marginally mocking tone.

“it jut got there .. okay?!” snapped Jordan “Now just get the fucking thing out!!”

“Mind your tongue brat!” ordered the Ranger “That's another thing I need to talk to your Dad about later!!”

Jordan did not have time to think about what the Ranger might tell his dad as the loud shouting had attracted quite a crowd of observers, who now mingled around the entrance lobby, laughing and pointing at the metal handle protruding from between his butt cheeks. Worrying about his Dad's reaction would come later, all he cared about now was getting the brush removed and finding somewhere to hide.

“Come with me!” said the doctor, leading, the still waddling, Jordan to a side room, followed by the Ranger, who, when passing the door, wedged it open, enabling the assembled crowd to see in.

The two strong older men easily lifted the young swimmer onto the raised hospital bed and laid on his back with his legs in the air. 

 

While the assembled cowed watched in chuckling fascination, the doctor set to work trying to pull the brush out of Jordan's rectum, as as the unhappy jock squeaked and whimpered in discomfort and acute embarrassment.

However, despite repeated orders to relax, Jordan was so stressed and tense that his sphincter muscles had involuntarily contracted so tightly around the the brush it refused to budge.

“I can't move it!” complained the doctor, “The boy's rectum is gripping it like a vice!”

“Here let me try!” said the ranger stepping forward and taking hold of the end of the brush “I have a knack for these things!” So focused was the doctor and others in Jordan's humiliation that nobody thought to inquire as to how Officer Tartarus had developed a “knack” at extracting bottle bristles from the anuses of 19 year old male athletes!.

Tartarus's technique was somewhat different to the doctor, and significantly more uncomfortable for Jordan, first he started jiggling the wire handle from side to side, and then he began to push and pull at the brush, in an 'in an out' movement. Jordan could only gasp in horror at the sensation this caused to him and as that sensation intensified, Jordan was suddenly hit by the stark, cold reality that his new neighbour the ranger was literally fucking him with a bottle brush!

He looked into the rangers eyes, and could see immediately that the man knew exactly what he was doing, and that he was enjoying doing in. However, as he stared, momentarily transfixed, by the intense blackness of the man's eyes, he sensed something else, something deeper, darker, totally terrifying and not entirely human.

He jerked back in horror, and spasm caused by the sudden movement released the brush from the earlier grip, enabling the ranger to remove it.

“Got it!” said the Ranger holding up the, now somewhat crushed and mangled brush!”

“Well done!” said the doctor, “it is a good thing it was just plastic, and not wire, otherwise it could have done internal damage, as it is he will just be tender for a few days!

“Young guys heal real quick!” laughed the ranger “that's why you have to keep spanking the young varmits!”

“however, we had better make sure there is no infection!” mused the doctor, he turned to a male nurse who had been standing watching the entertainment. “The patient will need a double inoculation, please prepare two syringes!”

The Word “Syringes” shocked Jordan away from focusing on the unknown horror he had seen in the Ranger's eyes to the very real and immediate terror of an injection.

“NOO!!” Yelled Jordan “You are not jabbing me again!!”

“It's for your own good!” growled Tartarus as he stepped forward, grabbed hold of Jordan, and flipped him over onto his front, with such ease that it was as it the boys was weightless. “there you go Doc!” he looked down at Jordan's, now upturned, bottom “there's your target … and ain't it a perty one!!” he laughted as he held the the struggling and protesting Jordan 

 

The doctor picked up one syringe, as the nurse filled a second one. “This is a new antiseptic serum!” he said “It is very effective, but there is one side effect, it will make your bottom very sensitive for a couple of day … so I recommend you avoid horse back riding!”

“Don't worry Doc!” laughed the Ranger “I somehow doubt he's gonna' want to go horseback riding for quite some time!!”

“No please don't!!” yelled Jordan “Give me a pill instead ….”

However, before the words had left Jordan's mouth., the doctor had Jabbed the needle hard into his right butt cheek, followed seconds later by the nurse who jabbed his the second needle into the left cheek!!!

“AAAAAAAAAAOOOOOWWW! …. “YEEEAAAAAOOOCH!” Jordan's yell echoed around the hospital as now further pain was inflicted on his already very sore and tender bottom.

The ranger bent down and whispered quietly into Jordan's ear, his hot breath tickling the boys neck as he did so “You really have had a bad day haven't you kid? …..... it would be a real shame if it got worse!!”

To Be Continued!!