Sunday, 16 September 2018

The Shaman's Revenge Part 7 (part 1)

The Shaman's Revenge Part 7 (part 1)

Goran could not forget about the kitten that Jordan had kicked, the more he thought about the thoughtless cruelty that nasty boy had inflicted on a trusting little animal the more and more angry he became.

As the old warlock's anger grew his spell grew stronger, and his incantations, which still echoed in the dark recesses and forgotten places, began to travel further to even deeper and far darker places where it was heard by things, the likes of which would make the bravest of men tremble.

It was now the turn of one such thing to answer his call, a creature which had slumbered for many centuries began to stir. Gradually as the thing awoke it began to change its form transitioning bit by bit from something beast like into the recognisable form of a man.

At last, the shape shifting complete, the creature which had become a man stepped forward from the shadows, it's manly body now illuminated by the flames of the fiery cavern where it had slept. As it did so, a sardonic smile settled on its now passably handsome features. It had been centuries since it had last been called, but now that it was awake, it planned to have some fun.


Back in the place where human dwell, Jordan was moody and miserable, both emotions made worse by the constant stinging throb in his now much punished bottom. He felt sore, he felt humiliated and on top of all that, he felt hot. The brief respite of the cooler morning had passed and the steamy mid – summer temperatures had returned with a vengeance.

Being young and in good shape, Jordan was not usually affected by hot weather, but even he was suffering in this level of heat and humidity, not least because the hot weather seemed to make the fire in his butt even more painful.

It was as if hell fire had been unleashed and was heating the very air, as a result, Jordan was in a Hellish mood.

His backside had been stinging ever since those damn injections that morning, followed by hard and embarrassing bare bottom, hand spanking, from the Coach. Weirdly, the burning sensation was not fading, in fact, if anything, it was getting worse, how was that even possible?!

The heat, and the pain in his rump were not the only reasons Jordan had cut class that afternoon. Now that everyone in the school knew what had happened to him in the locker room, and were probably already being informed of his latest humiliation, attending a class full of grinning and giggling students was an embarrassing and humiliating experience.

It was intolerable that everyone knew what had happened to him, and the damage to his fragile ego would take a long time to heal, even after most people had forgotten. He could only be grateful that so few people knew that his father had been spanking him every night, Jordan's younger brothers knew, but they also knew what would happen to them if they dared to reveal it!

A strong desire to escape from the whispering and scornful glances, as well as relief from the city heat, had led Jordan to jump on his motorbike and ride out of the city into the open countryside and into a large forest beyond.

On the weekend, the forest, which was a national park would have been full of hikers and tourists, however, as it was now midweek, Jordan found that, as expected, apart from an occasional passing car, he was alone, which was now the way he wanted it.

Jordan was not a natural nature lover, but trees and bushes did not know what had happened to him, they did not giggle, point and snigger at his humiliation, so right now he preferred the company of trees to that of human beings.

Turning off the main road through the centre of the forest he followed a narrow pathway until he reached a small river. Jordan stopped his motorbike and got off, before pulling a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his shorts.

He lit a cigarette and took in a long drag of smoke. Only an occasional smoker, this made him cough and he angrily threw the still lit cigarette aside and walked on, careless of the fire risk in the summer dried forest.

A few hundred yards from him, the river flowed into a large pool, almost the size of a small lake, before flowing on through the woods. On this scorching hot day, the cool water looked very tempting, however, there was a clearly visible “NO SWIMMING” sign on the other bank.

Fuck That!” thought Jordan, “Who's here to see me? It's fucking hot, and I feel like a swim! To hell with their damn rules”

With that, he swiftly slipped off his T-shirt, shorts and sneakers, all of which he dumped unceremoniously into the grass, then, when naked, he ran to the edge of the pond and waded in.

The pond was deep and the water a cool and refreshing respite the ferocious heat of the day. As a champion level swimmer, Jordan was in his favourite element, and his beautiful, fit, lithe and supple body shimmied through the water like a young otter, easily completing laps of the pool and diving deep under water.

For a brief while Jordan could forget the humiliation and sore bottom which currently beset his life and enjoy doing the one thing at which he really excelled.

Finally, Jordan pulled himself out of the water and climbed onto a large rock on the bank. The spurt of rigorous exercise has relaxed him and he lay down on his stomach to sunbathe for a while. 

His body might feel relaxed , but his mind was still buzzing with the trauma of the last few days. As he lay there he remembered that he was due for another spanking from his Dad later that day, and another the next day. Then on Friday, he was supposed to return to the doctor for more injections in his backside, there was no way of getting out of that, he knew the coach would make sure he attended. As the implications of his situation swirled through his brain he put his head in his hand, a look of pure desperation on his handsome face.

Suddenly, despite his anxiety, he began to feel drowsy. Although he was a fit and healthy 18 year old, the stress of the last few days had been exhausting, and within moments of closing his eyes, he had fallen asleep.

As he slept, the noon day sun became gradually hotter and hotter and it's rays grew more and more intense as the burning ultraviolet shone down on the land below and onto Jordan's naked slumbering body.

Of course, as Jordan spent many hours outside in the sunshine, wearing just his speedos, his body was well tanned and largely immune from the more harmful effects of the sun. However, one part of him was not. The part of him which lay between his golden tan-lines, and which was usually covered by a protective layer of nylon and spandex was still winter white and, given recent events, even more tender than normal.

That part of him, his little bare white bottom. Was now fully exposed and directly in the path of the sun's rays. As the fearsome southern sun blazed down on Jordan's naked behind, the snow white, baby soft skin, began to grow pinker and pinker.

An hour later Jordan awoke, and quickly became aware of a burning sensation to his butt cheeks, which were now very tender and quite badly sunburned. He jumped he feet and peered back over his shoulder at his considerably reddened backside “DAMN and FUCK IT!” he thought, that was the last thing he needed right now, especially as his Dad had threatened him with yet another spanking the coming evening.

CAN'T YOU READ?!” a loud gruff voice rang out, causing him to jump forward and nearly fall of the rock. He spun round to see an angry faced forest ranger glaring at him.

Didn't you see this sign?!” the ranger pointed to the sign which Jordan had ignored “There are dangerous currents in this river, you could have drowned!” 

That's BS!” sneered Jordan “ I was in the rock pool, anyway I am a strong swimmer!”

That doesn't give you the right to break the rules.... or wander around in a public place bare butt naked!”

Until then Jordan had forgotten he was nude, he glanced quickly around, and realised that the ranger was standing between him and his clothes.

What's it to you?” Sneered Jordan “I....”

Before any further words had left Jordan's mouth, the ranger had stepped forward and grabbed hold of him by the arm. “Don't you be disrespecting me!” he snarled. He pointed to his badge “I'll show you what happens to impudent young pups who disrespect this badge!”

The ranger strode towards a fallen tree trunk, pulling the protesting Jordan after him. He sat down and with one powerful movement pulled the unlucky young athlete over his knee. 

Where I come from, when a young varmint like you disrespects the law he ends up with a butt hotter than a jackrabbit's tail in a pepper patch!” He looked down at Jordan's bare bottom perched temptingly of his knee “Which is just how that cute little white …. um .. pink ... tail is gonna' feel when I am done with it!”

With that the ranger began to give Jordan yet another spanking. The long, sweep through swing of his arm, and the almost lazy body language belying the force of his blows.

However, Jordan was under no illusion as to how hard the Ranger's slaps were are they assaulted his upturned rear end. Smack after smack landing hard on the extra tender, sun burnt, cheeks with a sound not unlike an artillery discharge.

OOWW!!” yelled Jordan, “Please Officer Stop!! I didn't see the OWWW sign ….. I OWWCH … didn't see the sign!” he lied.

However, the grinning Ranger showed no intention of stopping, and in fact, increased the force of his slaps in response to the young swimmer's lies.

Meanwhile, and unnoticed to both Jordan and the ranger, Jordan's discarded denim shorts were gradually being swarmed by a troop of fire ants from the nest beneath where he had carelessly tossed them. The tiny creatures crawled all over the short blue pants, most, by pure coincidence (of course) assembling in the seat area.

Whilst the swarm of small stinging insects continued to take up residence in his pants, over by the river bank the spanking continued until Jordan's bottom glowed red with the officer's hand prints, at which point, when he was satisfied that the boy would not be sitting down easily for quite a while, the Ranger shoved Jordan off his lap and stood up. “Let that be a lesson to you youngun!” he said “In future you obey lawful instructions! That sign is there for a reason!”

Meanwhile, Jordan began crawling across the ground clutching his burning butt cheeks, oblivious to the comical spectacle he was creating. “My ass is on fire!” he moaned plaintively.

It will hurt a lot worse than that if I catch you breaking park rules again!” snapped the Ranger, the stern tone belied by the amused twinkle in his eye “Now put your clothes on get on that flashy bike of yours and head on back to the city!”

Then the Ranger mounted his own motorbike, gave Jordan a contemptuous mock salute and rode off down the forest trail, while a glowering and resentful Jordan watched him leave. The Spanking on his sun singed bottom was really stinging like crazy, why did this keep happening to him?!!!

He stomped over to where he had left his clothes, picked up his shorts, without looking at them, and quickly put them on. Within seconds he was to realise what a big mistake this was, his shorts were full of fire ants, especially the seat area hugging his just spanked bottom. The ants, of course, did what ants do when they are threatened, or have their space invaded and immediately began to bite.

AAAAGHHHH!” screamed Jordan as two dozen tiny but ferocious insects began sinking their sharp jaws into his bottom expelling acid like venom as they did so “AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!”

Jordan jumped up and down, yelling out in pain as the angry little ants kept furiously biting at him. He struggled with the button of his shorts, but it would not budge. It was as if some mysterious external force was holding it firmly in place and preventing him from stripping off his ant invaded shorts. 

AAAAAGGGHH!!” Yelled Jordan “I'm being eaten alive!!” he continued to frantically struggle with the button of his increasingly tight shorts, but it would not give way. “Make them stop!! make them stop!!” he screamed, but only the trees heard him. There was only one option, he had to drown the vicious little beasts.

Frantic to stop the biting, Jordan ran back to the river bank, he dived into the water and sat chest deep in the shallower area near the bank, submerging his bottom and shorts until the ants finally stopped biting. 
Jordan signed in relief, as the cool water gave some much needed soothing to the stinging of his sunburn, spanked and insect stung bottom!

I TOLD YOU TO KEEP OUT OF THAT WATER!!!” and angry voice roared from the river bank. The Ranger, who had appeared to leave the scene had, in fact, doubled back an instinct alerting him to to check that Jordan was behaving himself.

My pants were full of ants!!” wailed Jordan “They were eating me alive!”

However the Ranger was in no mood to listen to excuses, Jordan had broken the park rules again and there would be consequences! “Come here now boy!” he ordered.

There was a note in the Ranger's voice which demanded obedience, so, reluctantly, and with an overwhelming sense of doom, Jordan waded to the bank. The moment he reached the bank the Ranger grabbed him by the ear and dragged him onto dry land. As he did so, Jordan's shorts, which, only minutes before had been so tight he could not get out of them, fell down around his ankles, leaving him naked once again.

Still holding firmly to Jordan's ear, the Ranger pulled him towards the path, forcing him to stumble out of his shorts, which were then left, together with his t-shirt and sneakers were left together back by the river bank.

What is your address boy?” snapped the Ranger

W...Why do you need that?” stammered Jordan

Don't Mess with me youngun'!” yelled the offer “address now!”

7 …um ... 727 Parkfield!” replied the unhappy young swimmer.

Fine! That's where we are going!” with that he pushed Jordan face down across his motorbike, and the straddled the seat behind him, trapping Jordan between his bulging groin and the steering column of the bike. He then slammed his booted foot down on the pedal, revered the powerful engine and and began to ride the bike, with it's unhappy cargo back up the track towards the road.

Jordan frantically looked back at his own bike, still leaning against the tree. “My bike!!” he yelled.

Forget that boy!” laughed the Ranger, “You have much bigger things to worry about than your old bike”

With that he increased the throttle and sped off down the track, leaving Jordan's clothes and his prized new Yamaha where it was.

The Ranger's own motorbike, with the bare bottomed Jordan draped across it was soon past the track and onto the main road out of the forest, before joining the free-way back towards town. Once again, Jordan could not believe the horror of what was happening to him, once again he was in an embarrassing and exposed position, with a bright red bare bottom on delay, and once again he had the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that things were about to get even worse.

Jordan was right, it was about to get worse.

Although they could have reached Jordan's home via quieter side roads, the Ranger chose the more public route through the centre of town, thus ensuring that far more people got to stare and laugh at the one time top jock on campus's latest humiliation.

When a group of young men who Jordan knew from the sports club began cheering the passing spectacle, the mortified lad lowered his head and closed his eyes in shame. His instinct was to try and leap from the bike and escape, but he was held in place by the pressure of the Ranger's bulging groin and rock like thighs, against the bike's metal steering column.

It was then that he became aware of large hard object pressing into his side, and realised with helpless outrage that his captor was actually enjoying humiliating him.

Finally, after having taken a long and very public diversion, the they turned into Parkfield drive, where the Draper family lived. On reaching the house, the Ranger dismounted, pulled the naked Jordan off the bike, and led him to the front door.

The Ranger knocked hard on the front door, and then rang the bell, but there was no immediate answer, and Jordan began to hope that for once he would escape further punishment, perhaps the Ranger would leave him there, so he could get dressed before anyone else saw him, and then work out how to bet his new bike back before his dad found ...ou..... Before he could finish the thought, Jordan's bad luck continued.

can I help you officer!” asked Mr Draper appearing suddenly from the side of the house “Jordan …. where are your clothes?”

Before the, now very miserable Jordan, could reply the Ranger had answered for him, telling Mr, Draper that Jordan had left his clothes littering the countryside so that he could break park rules by swimming in a dangerous river.

After the Ranger had finished Mr. Draper turned to Jordan, the expression on his face thunderous “I can't trust you out of the house for five minutes boy!!” he bellowed! “You know what is going happen now don't you?!!”

No Dad please!” wailed Jordan, “my as... bottom is really sore already, you spanked me this morning, then I got sun burn, then the ranger guy spanked, then all these ants …...!!!”
Don't argue with me boy!” Barked. Mr Draper “Officer, please bring him round to the garage, there are some people who need to see this!!”

Jordan's father then led the Ranger, with the unhappy Jordan in tow, his father's last words “Some people who need to see this ...” still ringing in his head....


Tuesday, 24 July 2018

The Perils of Prentiss : Nude Sun Bathing

Handsome 19 year old hockey player, Prentiss Payne, discovers that nude sunbathing in the countryside is not without risks!

Monday, 23 July 2018

Robin has a very Bad Day

While I work on the next instalment of the Shamen's Revenge, visitors might enjoy this short spicture story

Robin has a Very Bad Day

Spanked three times in one day!!

Nettle birching, spanking and a slippering, all on the same day!! He won't be sitting on that cute little bottom for a while!! 

First the nettle birching

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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 ..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?”!” 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 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 …....