The
Shaman's Revenge Part 18
(Chase
Goes to Prison)
Chase
Colby needed money, and he needed it quickly, not only was he well
behind with his rent, and the finance company were now threatening to
repossess his car, but, on top of all this his new chick Lulabelle
Handcock,was really high maintenance. He had borrowed money from a
loan shark, and he was running out of things to sell and buddies
prepared to lend him cash, so he could pay the interest.
He
was running out of options other than criminal ones, which until now
he had avoided. He had no moral objection to robbery, but he was
already on probation and getting caught could have unpleasant
consequences.
However,
being young, foolhardy, and not very bright, Chase soon convinced
himself that he wouldn't get caught. All he needed to do was hold up
a couple of guys and steal a couple of wallets, and he'd be back on
top.
Getting
down on his knees, he reached under the bed, and retrieved a brown
paper wrapped object which was taped to the bed frame. He had kept
the unlicensed revolver there in case he got back into trouble with
the mob, but it would now come in useful for what he had planned.
Thus
it was, that, later that night Chase was lurking in a dark alleyway
behind in if the town's more swanky restaurants, in the hope of
mugging a couple of well to do diners, who would likely have a well
stuffed bill fold and hopefully a wife with expensive jewellery.
After
an hour it began to dawn on Chase that there was a flaw in his plan
and that very few rich restaurant patrons would chose to depart via
the back door where they could be more easily robbed.
He
was about to give up and head home, when the kitchen door opened and
a young waiter, who was hoping to grab a quick smoke in his break,
came out. A waiter would not provide the rich pickings Chase had
been hoping for, but he would take what he could get, and who knows,
the waiter might have done well for tips which Chase could relieve
him of, and Italian waiters often tended to wear gold chains,
crucifixes, rings and watches, which might be worth a few dollars.
It would be a more meagre hall than Chase had been hoping for, but it
was better than going home empty handed.
He
stepped out of the shadows and pressed the gun into the young
waiter's back “Hand up Buddy!” he whispered, attempting to sound
menacing.
He
was about to demand That the unfortunate waiter hand over his tips
plus any jewellery, when he suddenly felt a firm hand on his shoulder
and a voice boomed out from the shadows “BAD BOY! It looks like you
have just breached your parole Young'un!!”
Chase
looked back in horror and saw a grinning police officer pointing a
gun straight at him.
“I'd
say you ass is in one heap o' trouble!!” continued the officer in a
slow amused drawl “One big heap o' trouble!”
The
following hours were just a confused mess in Chase's terrified mind,
the arresting officer, had pushed him into a police car, driven him
to the police station, where he was charged, with attempted robbery,
possession of an illegal and unlicensed weapon and breach of
probation, before being locked overnight in a cold and forbidding
cell.
The
next morning, he was taken straight to court for a bail hearing and
appointed a court attorney, who seemed totally disinterested in
assisting him. To make matters even worse, instead of the kindly old
judge who had previously approved his probation, this judge was an
angry faced old man who he seemed to recognise from somewhere, but
couldn't quite recall where.
The
judge however, had instantly recognised Chase as the foul mouthed
young jerk who had badly scraped his car when carelessly parking next
to him a few weeks previously. When the judge had complained, Chase
had been unforgivably rude and told him to do something anatomically
impossible.
Needless
to say Chase had not endeared himself to the individual who now had
total power of his short term future, and he would soon lean to
regret that.
Frowning
grumpily the Judge thumbed through the papers in front of him, before
he raised his head and looked at Chase over the rims of his glasses.
“The defendant is requesting bail after he has already breached one
court order, … an order which in my view was already unduly
lenient!!” his lips curled with distaste as he continued “That is
not the first time you were let off lightly young man, you have a
significant previous record … what do we have here, … DUI …..
Taking and driving away without permission....”
“I
just borrowed it judge!” pleased Chase
The
Judge continued “you were also violent towards a previous
girlfriend I see ...”
“It
was her fault Judge ….sir … she split Pina Colada on my suede
boots …and she had flirted with ….”
“SILENCE!”
boomed the judge “It is quite clear to me that you have
demonstrated an appalling lack of respect for the leniency previously
granted to you by the courts. You are in dire need of a sharp shock
to the system and I would be failing in my duty were I not to deliver
it” a cruel smile flicked on his mouth and was then gone “You are
remanded in custody and the Special facility at Smackover Butte until
you face trial …... and the way the courts are backed up at the
moment, you can expect to be there for at least four months … which
should give you plenty of time to reflect on your behaviour ....
Officer take him away … out of my sight!!
Chase's
mouth fell open, as he stared back at the judge unable to fully take
in what he had just heard, .. no bail … at least four months on
remand …. in a special facility. This was not the soft touch,
liberal, reformist justice system which his good looks and natural
charm had accustomed him to.
Chase
was about to discover that criminal behaviour had consequences.
Before
he could even think of responding to the judge, the firm hand of a
Court officer was on his shoulder and another officer had grabbed his
arm, and he was lead from the court and out to the prison van waiting
to covey remand prisoners to the Special facility at Smackover Butte.
Shortly
after his arrival at the remand facility, a grinning guard ordered
Chase to strip and shower “Make it a thorough shower buddy!” he
snapped “the doc will be examining all crevices and …. uh ….
orifices!”
Chase
was not sure what a “orifice” was, but he didn't like the sound
of it, however, he was bright enough to do as he was told, as the
guard was carrying a very nasty looking “night stick” baton.
Once
he had showered, the guard led the now naked Chase into a side room,
where a a stern faced doctor was waiting for them.
Dr
Tushman was a single gentleman of a certain age who lived with his
aged mother in a well kept town house in a fading but still gentile
part of town. Other than his role as secretary of the Mitzi Gaynor
fan association, Tushman had few interests outside of work, and was
otherwise totally devoted to his job, caring for the medical welfare
of wayward young men. He took great interest in all of the flawed
youths who he encountered and had come to know their ways very well.
For instance, he was fully aware that that certain new inmates,
entering the facility had been known to conceal contraband items in
intimate parts of their anatomy.
As
the Facilities medical officer, he considered it his responsibility
to be extra vigilant in discovering and confiscating concealed items,
and invariably went about his duties with considerable enthusiasm.
He
turned and peered at new Inmate Colby, and was pleasantly surprised
by what he saw. Visually Chase was a most attractive and appealing
specimen, which always made the Doctors job more rewarding than might
otherwise be the care. “He's a cute one isn't he Doc!” murmured
the Guard, giving the medic a knowing grin, which Dr Tushman chose to
ignore as he officiously pulled on a pair of white rubber gloves.
“Bend
Over!” he snapped
“Uh
… what?” stammered Chase “W..Why?”
“I
need to carry out an … internal examination!” replied the doctor
in a businesslike manner “To determine you are in good health ..
and that you are not hiding any contraband!”
“No
way!” barked Chase, stepping back as it finally dawned on him what
“orifice” meant, and what the doctor was about to do
“BEND!”
growled the guard, ominously tapping the heavy baton against the palm
of his hand
Chase
frowned angrily but reluctantly did as the guard instructed, as the
glint in the officer's eye told him that if he didn't let the doctor
explore his ass, the large black baton might be inserted there
instead.
Chase's
muscles stiffened in dread and nervous anticipation as he sensed the
doctor approaching him. None of his many girlfriends had ever
touched in such an intimate place as the doctor was about to, let
alone another dude!
He
would have felt even more uncomfortable, had he been able to look
back and see the doctor's face as he looked down at Chase's perfect
ivory white bottom raised up, as if in supplication, and resembling
two smooth firm boiled eggs, parting slightly to reveal a tight pink
starfish in between. The doctor's fingers were literally tingling in
readiness to get to work on that pink crevice.
Poor
Chase, for all his life, his striking good looks and beautiful body
had been a bonus he could use to his advantage. In Smackup Butte
correctional facility it would prove to be his greatest liability!
As
the tip of the doctor's rubber clad finger touched the rim of his
anus, Chase lurched forward, as if shocked by electricity.
“Stay
Still” commanded the Doctor “what are you trying to hide?”
“I
ain't hidin' nuthin'” grumbled “It just felt real odd!”
“You'll
get used to it in here!!” mocked the Guard “Now let the Doc do
his thing!”
Chase
gritted his teeth as the doctor made a second attempt to insert his
finger.
“Very
tight!” muttered the Doctor “ however, he still could have pushed
something up there …. a cigar tube full of narcotics perhaps!”
He pushed harder, and finally the finger slid inside Chase, who let
out an audible gasp of surprise, as it did so.
Chase
had never experienced such a sensation in his life, and he certainly
did not find it in the least bit pleasant.
However,
unlike Chase, and despite his severe and serious facial expression,
the doctor was enjoying himself no end as he moved his finder around
inside the young inmate's tight and previously unexplored back
passage. He had now become an expert in the young heterosexual male
anatomy, he could determine instantly if a patient was a “virgin”,
and always felt a pleasant sense of sadistic power knowing that he
was the first to deflower a young man. Even if with only his finger.
Dr
Tushman was feeling that power right then, and he intended to enjoy
it to the full, pushing his ling plump digit back and forth,
effectively finger fucking the unhappy young man, before probing
deeper, flexing his finger to feel the sides of the tight orifice.
“OWW!”
Chase complained “That hurts … there's nothing up there,
honestly!”
“Be
quiet, I will determine that!” replied the doctor pushing his
finger even deeper inside the unlucky young prisoner.
The
guard grinned cynically, he was fully aware what the doctor was up
to, however, he was gaining pleasure himself from observing the scene
and had no plans to intervene. There was something about Chase which
made a man want to see him punished and humiliated, and he guessed,
correctly as it would turn out, that Chase would have many
uncomfortable experiences while in Smackover Butte correctional
facility.
Finally
it was over, the doctor withdrew his finger and removed his gloves.
“That's all in order Officer, the inmate does not have any
concealed property, you an take him to his cell. “
Once
the guard had taken Chase out of the medical room the doctor sat down
at his desk, aware of a strong desire for a post coital cigarette.
Chase was a very hot looking stud, and the intimate examination had
left the medical man feeling extremely aroused, but frustrated and
ready for more. He opened a draw and surveyed the array of medical
syringes, and needles of varying lengths. He always insisted that
the more handsome of the young inmates in his charge receive regular
vitamin shots in their backsides, and he determined to prescribe a
double does for Chase Colby!
Meanwhile
Chase, the subject of Dr Tushman's sadistic imaginings was being
escorted to his towards the cells. The Guard who had dealt with him
upon arrivals had handed him over to two other guards, whom, instead
of carrying batons, both had leather paddles emblazoned with the
words “Attitude Adjuster”. This might have raised some warning
flags for the handsome new inmate, had he not been preoccupied by the
fact that he was still as naked as a newborn baby.
“Where
are my clothes?” he demanded.
“New
prisoner uniforms are on order” grunted one of the guards “But
there's been some hold up at the dispatch firm, so you will have to
stay as you are!”
“But
I'm bare ass naked!”
“So
you are Buddy!” grinned the second guard looking Chase up and down
appreciatively “That's tough, but hey, it's summer, so you won't
get cold!”
Expect
your new cellmates'll keep you warm enough!” said the first guard
mysteriously.
“Cellmates?”
“Yup,
you are in a four bed cell, with three other guys!” replied the
second guard “You find them …..... interesting, they have a …
um …. special interest!!
“And
I'm guessin' they'll want to involve you in their …. activities ….
you'll be just what they are looking for, if I'm not mistaken!!”
“What
do mean?” the alarm was clear in his voice.
“You
are about to find out, my friend, here's your cell!”
With
that the first guard turned unlocked a cell door, and bodily shoved
the naked and now very reluctant Chase through the door, before
slamming it shut and locking it after him.
Stunned
and uncertain, Chase turned to see that the cell was occupied by
three men, two large muscular men with shaven heads, who appeared to
be in their early to mid thirties both lounging on bunk beds, and a
much older man with long grey hair and a thick bushy grey beard who
was seated at a small table beneath the cell window.
“Hey
man!” hissed one of the shaven headed men as he sat up “Is it my
birthday, it sure is too darn hot for Christmas!!”
“Meet
your new cell mates Colby” laughed one of the guards, banging his
leather paddle against the cell bars “SF Leather Daddy, Paddle Man
and that there is Daddy Obadiah …. and guess what, they are all
frustrated Spanking Tops, ain't it just your lucky day?!!!
“Thank
you JEEZUZ!!” growled the second bald and muscular man “We done
got us a little blond spanking boy to play with!”
“You
were allocated this cell by special request of the arresting officer,
Ranger Tartarus, he thinks you'll get on really well with these
guys!!” laughed the guard
Chase
backed up towards the door “Let me out of here!” he pleaded “You
can't leave me with these maniacs!”
“Ha!
You're outa' luck kid, you made your bed, and now you gotta' lie on
it, except I guess from now on you'll be lying on your belly!”
Laughed the second guard “Hey guys, young got this cute little
blond honey's butt for the next four months, so take your time and
enjoy!!”
“Oh
yeah!” added the first guard “Just so you know, he beats up on
chicks, so whatever, you want to do to him, he deserves it!!”
“It
was only one chick and I only hit her once!” stammered the now very
unhappy Chase “please put me in another cell!!”
However,
the guards were already walking off down the corridor between cells,
laughing as they went!
Chase
turned round, his back now pressed against the bars of the cell
door, and looked back at at his new cellmates. “Look guys, I'm not
being funny, I don't care what you guys are into, but I don't want to
play your games!!
“You
don't get no say in the matter Blondie!” replied Daddy Obadiah
gruffly “You been a naughty boy, and you know what happens to
naughty boys, they get their bottoms spanked, whether they like it on
not! He turned to the man whom the guards had introduced a SFLeather
Daddy “Go turn him round so's I can see his butt!”
Seemingly
acknowledging Daddy Obadiah seniority, SFLeather Daddy, jumped off
the bed, strode up to the now dumbstruck Chase placed his hands on
the younger man's shoulders and forcibly spun Chase around “YES!”
he cried gleefully “YEEEEESSSS! Now isn't that the cutest little
bare bubble butt you ever did see!!”
“That
is an answer to an old spanko's prayers!” agreed Daddy Obadiah “I
promise you one thing Blondie, us three are going to keep your little
fanny so pink they will be able to see the rosy glow from here to
Omaha!”
“My
name's Chase” as he struggled to think what else to say.
“That
was your name!” laughed SFLeather Daddy mockingly “From now on
you are Blondie Bubble butt, our little blond spanking boy!” He
leaned closer and spoke menacingly as Chase could feel his breath on
his cheeks “You are in here because you've been a naughty boy, and
you need to be punished, so we are going to whop your little blonde
bottom every night and every day you are in here!” he paused “In
fact, what better time to start than now!!”
With
that, SFLeather Daddy grabbed hold of Chase by the arm and dragged
him towards the table.
Chase
was a young, fit and relatively athletic male, who could usually
account well for himself in a fight against an equal opponent.
However, this was not an equal fight, SFLeather Daddy was
considerably stronger than him, with muscles of steel, honed to the
peak of strength and fitness though many hours in the prison gym and
exercise area, hence he quickly overpowered the struggling and
protesting younger man.
Paddle
man laughed gleefully and a grinning Daddy Obadiah stood up and moved
out of the way, as Chase was dragged across the small cell and
thrown over Leather Daddy's broad and muscular thigh.
Pushing
Chase's legs roughly apart, the first spanking top grinned down at
the delightful vision splayed across his knee, and felt a sense of
pure white hot lust surging through him “I am going to enjoy this!”
he growled “I am going to enjoy this a loy!”
“Leave
some for us!” laughed Daddy Obadiah, also aware of a pulsing desire
in his elderly but still agile bones.
The
old shaman's spell was strong, and stirred the three older convicts
deepest fantasies and focused them on the now helpless target, Chase
Colby's upturned bare bottom
Wile
holding Chase firmly in place with one arm SFLeather Daddy made a
wide swinging motion with his free arm, his broad leathery palm
connecting with the very centre of Chase's backside with a stinging
blow!
“AAOOW!!”
yelled Chase “Stop that it hurts!”
The
older man's snarled reply send a deep sense of foreboding to the pit
of his young victim's stomach “I ain't even started spanking your
little blonde butt, so you might as well shut up, and take what
you're given!”
With
that the desire ridden spanking top let loose a volley of resounding
slaps all landing on the same spot in the centre of Chas's bottom,
leaving pink and red palm prints in the once snow white skin.
“Lower
down guy … hit him lower down!” instructed Daddy Obadiah
“What
d' you mean 'lower down'?”
“There
… there!” replied the older convict pointing to the lower part of
Chas's bottom where the pert and firm curve met his smooth suntan
golden thigh “The sit spot, it is where the kid's skin is most
tender, and where he'll feel it most... You need to aim around half
your smacks, so they hit the sit spot!”
“Butt
out!” snapped SPLeather Daddy “I've been spanking boys for years,
I know what I'm doing!”
“Well
you're not doing it right …. let me show you!”
“Wait
your turn old man!” hissed the now angry spanker “I I've got work
to do!”
he
then proceeded to take out his anger on unlucky Chase's bottom by
blitzing it with a series of rapid fire smacks! Meanwhile the
handsome but very unlucky young would be mugger struggled helplessly,
protesting loudly and increasingly desperately.
By
now prisoners in nearby cells had heard the commotion and realised
what was happening, so soon the prison was echoing to cheers,
catcalls and whistles, adding the humiliation of knowing the whole
prison was aware he was being literally spanked to unlucky Chase's
ordeal.
Finally,
Daddy Obadiah lost patience with the younger top, and exerted his
pack authority, by demanding that SFLeather Daddy surrender their new
toy to him.
Placing
a chair in the centre of the cell, he sat down and pulled poor Chase
over his own ample lap.
The
old man may not have had his younger companion's strength and speed,
but his many years experience in punishing willing, or, as in Chase's
case, unwilling submissives had left him with an expertise, which
was, in it's own way devastating. Daddy Obadiah knew exactly how to
inflict the most discomfort on his hapless victim, and any boy this
Daddy had disciplined knew he had been spanked! As expected, many of
the old mans blows landed squarely on what he had quaintly called the
'sit spot' which was indeed just as tender and sensitive as he had
predicted. A fact re-enforced by Chase's squeals of pain every time
he smacked it.
He
ordered Paddle Man to pass him a rubber soled slipper. One of the
privileges he was allowed in prison due to his age and status.
“Now
I will show you how it's done!” thundered the old top “and as our
new boy is with us for a while, I can repeat these lessons every
night.
Paddleman,
the younger top of the three obligingly held Chase's legs in place to
prevent him kicking or struggling free, he grinned, and licked his
lips with anticipation, not unlike a junior member of a pride of
lions awaiting its turn at the feast.
Meanwhile
, elsewhere in the prison a guard was checking the various TV
monitors, which were constantly filming various areas of the prison.
He turned a switch and the film from the camera above Chase and the
three top's cells flickered onto one of the monitors.
“Hey
Buddy” he called to his colleague “You got to see this!”
The
other guard crossed the room and looked at the screen “WOW! Who is
that, and what are they doing to him?”
“It's
that cute blond guy, Chase Colby, who was brought in today!, and they
are beating his ass! Those three guys are really into the male
spanking fetish, so pretty Boy Chase is gonna end up with a fine sore
ass!” he grinned “I hear he beats up his women, so he sure
deserves it!!”
“Hey
that is so hot!” he paused “Say! Can we put colour film in those
cameras?”
“Yup,
we use black and white for the sake of cost, but any of the cameras
can take colour film!”
“Great,
I have some contacts who can help us make a fortune with film like
that!” he winked and added with broad gin “I guarantee we can
make Chase Colby into a star!!”
***********
The
three men finally stopped playing with their bubble butted new toy at
about midnight, but even then his nightmare had only just begun. The
next morning when the guards unlocked the cells, Chase rushed to the
showers in the hope of easing the sting in his bottom, but he would
find no relief there.
The
other prisoners had all listened to the previous night's spanking,
and knew how sore and tender Chase's red bottom would be, so they
thought it was a huge joke to aim stinging swats at it with their
towels.
Poor
Chase was quickly realising that his time in prison would be very
uncomfortable pain in the butt. Of course, he did not know how
correct he was, or how hard the Shaman's spell was working to make
sure of it.
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TO BE CONTINUED
