The Shaman's Revenge Part 13 (Unlucky for Jordan)

The Shaman's Revenge Part 13 (Unlucky for Jordan)

Jordan was a very unhappy jock, not only had he been abandoned in the middle of the great American wilderness, facing a walk of over 70 miles to get home, but he was bare ass naked as well.

If that was not bad enough in itself, he knew for certain exactly what would be happening within minutes of Cindy Mae Carpenter reaching the vicinity of a telephone. She would phone every member of her vast group of girlfriends to tell them that she had tricked that dumb jock Jordan Draper into stripping naked, then stolen his clothes and left him to walk home in his birthday suit.

He knew Cindy Mae well enough to know how much she would relish boasting about what she had done, and would make sure everyone knew every detail. No doubt she would embroider the details, to boost her role and make him appear even more comical than he already did. He cringed, at the thought of her yapping voice, trilling with excitement as he repeated the tale over and over again, and at the scornful laughter which would greet the message.

Then the friends, like a sonority from Hell, would tell their friends and then all the girls in town would tell heir boyfriends, and within 24 hours it would be the talking point of every bar and and locker room within a fifty mile radius. Everyone would have a good laugh at yet another total humiliation for the guy who, only weeks before had top jock on campus and master of all he surveyed.

He knew that his good looks and sporting prowess, combined with his arrogant manner meant a lot of people secretly resented him, and he knew just how much they would enjoy his comeuppance, and telling others about it. 

 

How could he ever live this down and face his team mates and buddies, let alone the local girls. The thought of their mocking laughter echoed in his head, as he walked disconsolately on through the forest .

An always in the background of his thoughts another face hovered, this time a male one, also wearing a scornful and mocking expression. Jordan had no idea how the ranger was behind what had happened to him, but, somehow he knew he was.

After walking for almost an hour his mind consumed by his mournful thoughts, he realised that he was no longer on the road. He must have left it without noticing and was now in open countryside. He quickly spun round and looked behind him, but there was no sign of the road, and he had no idea where he was.

As he stood there, a look of horror and fear on his handsome face the awful truth began to dawn on him, he was lost, naked and many miles from home.

He attempted to retrace his steps, but he had been so deep in thought he had not taken note of his surroundings and, therefore he could not identify any familiar location which would confirm he had been there before. The upshot was that within twenty minutes he had completely lost his bearings and was totally lost in increasingly unfriendly terrain.

He eventually reached a clearing in the middle of the forest, and found himself in what appeared to be an overgrow, and, he incorrectly assumed, unused, field, at the edge of which was a wire fence.

Jordan realised that as the fence was self evidently man made, there must be something beyond the fence, maybe the road, or some form of dwelling where he could get help, despite how embarrassing that might be. He therefore, made his way across the field towards the fence.

He say there was a notice on the fence, but assuming it was an order not to trespass, he did not bother to read it. He would have to trespass if he was going to find help.

When Jordan reached the fence he could see it was almost waist high, and that was no obstacle for a lithe young athlete such as Jordan, He could easily get get over such an easy object. 

Raising his body with one foot on tip toe, he lifted the other leg so that he was defectively straddling the fence. Unfortunately for Jordan, the ground beneath the one bare foot which was taking hs whole body weight was in fact the roof of a ground hog burrow. Hence at the very point where his tentacles, prostate region and tight, still in real terms virgin, anus were hovering above the wire. the ground beneath him gave way.

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As a result he tumbled and landed heavily on the wire one ball either side and the puckered lips of his tight anus effectively gripping the wire. 

 

At that very instant, it became painfully clear to Jordan that the sign he had ignored did not say “No Trespassing” but instead it said “Warning Electric Fence”! This fact brought forcibly home to our careless hero as a bolt of electricity shot straight into the young swimmer's most tender and intimate body parts, his butt hole, balls and the thin ridge of flesh in between the two.

Apart from the pain it engenders, another unfortunate aspect of an electric shock can be to cause a brief paralysis rendering the victim temporarily immobile. In Jordan's case, he was only frozen to the spot for a matter of seconds. However, this was just long enough to allow a second pulse of the fire like current to shoot into the delicate rosebud pink sphincter muscles still embracing the wire, and sending Jordan leaping into the air with a shriek of unmitigated agony.

It may be true that in an empty forest there is nobody to hear you scream, but Jordan's cry was loud enough to send a rookery of crows in the trees above flying squawking into the air, and a herd of wild deer in the forest bolted in terror to the deeper thickets.

Now free of the horrid fence, Jordan stumbled around, bent almost double and clutching his behind, his mind focused on nothing bit the pain throbbing in his most private ad sensitive of regions.

Given that the power with in the fence was designed to discourage farm animals, but not to actually brand them, it was not enough to cause scaring burns or a lasting injury. However, as the part of Jordan's anatomy which had come into contact with the electric fence was especially tender, he had suffered a degree of scorching which caused severe pain and would leave him in a level of embarrassing discomfort for quite a while.

As Jordan stood still, holding his posterior and engrossed in the pain and misery of his situation, he hardly noticed the rumbling sound behind him, which he assumed was thunder and that his streak of bad luck was about to result in him being soaked by a storm.

However, Jordan's bad luck was in fact considerably worse even than he though. The rumbling sound was not caused by a gathering thunder storm, but by the approach of the of the very beast which the electric fence was there to contain. An angry young bull, which was, at that moment charging towards Jordan with it's head down.

By a pure miracle, Jordan escaped being gored by centimetres, as the bull's horns went either side of him, however the granite hard bone of the animal's forehead hit Jordan's bottom with a bruising impact of a fast moving truck, sending the boy flying high into the air, and over a nearby hedge.

Stunned sore and winded, Jordan was launched like a missile launched from a catapult and flew through the air for some considerable distance.

However, as they say, what goes up, must eventually come down. There were mixed blessing's to the landing pad which nature had provided for Jordan. 

It was soft enough to cushion his fall, but by no means pain free, as he landed, bare bottom first into a patch of stinging nettles.

For the second time in mere moments, Jordan's mortified screams echoed through the forest, followed by a succession of whimpering cries as the cruel leaves continued to inflict their tiny white, but stinging and burning blisters, as the unlucky young jock struggled to his feet.

Other parts of him had been stung but all the pain seemed to radiate from his his cute an well rounded. Once pearly white backside, now glowing pink and reddening with punishment.

As ever, the old Shaman's curse, had but one target. Jordan had taunted the old man with the words “Kiss my ass” and the elderly warlock continued to do just that! In the space of less than five minutes, Jordan's vulnerable bare bottom had been scorched with electricity, butted by a bull an comprehensively stung by nettles. The handsome but unlucky young buck did not know it, but the Shaman was only just warming up.

Hot tears of pain and distress streaked Jordan's still beautiful face, as the one time proud jock stood in the forest, clutching his bottom and crying like a baby.

It was he guessed his overwrought imagination, but it seemed as if he could hear laughter echoing echoing through the trees.

Jordan's predicament was getting more complicated by the hour, he may now be safe from the bull, which was in the other side of the hedge, but it was also between him and whatever lay beyond the fence. Be it a road or a ranch, due to the angry snorting he could hear from the other side of the hedge, there was no way he was brave enough to face it and find out.

His best option was to try and find a way through the forest. As he reluctantly turned back towards the forest he realised that dusk was starting to fall. His heart sunk even further, and not only at the prospect of a night in the wilderness, but also as he knew his father would be home any moment and would discover that Jordan had disobeyed him and gone out instead of staying home and studying.

Disobedience compounded by staying out all night meant that Mr Draper's eldest boy was in big trouble. As his Dad seemed to have only one answer to any misbehaviour these days. Jordan was in no doubt that his Dad's slipper, a hairbrush or a paddle would be waiting for him and his already very sore bottom when he got home.

Jordan spent a long cold night naked in the forest and he got no sleep, mainly because of the throbbing pain in his rear, but also because he was keenly aware of movements in the dark woods around him, and the eery feeling that he was not alone.

At last it was dawn, and before moving on Jordan took time to bath himself in a forest stream, finding some sensual relief in the cool water as it refreshed his body and acted as a balm to his aching limbs. Although he had no access to a mirror, he was aware to his amazement that his bottom's amazing powers of recovery were once again in evidence. All the bruising and redness had vanished over night and his cute little tush was again as smooth and white as a baby's, just as it had been before the unfortunate incident with the fence, bull and nettles.

Jordan could not understand how his bottom could recover from so much punishment in a few hours, but it was a relief that it did.

Other matters soon distracted him from the improvement to his bottom, for a start he was feeling very hungry, and due to his failed to learn anything in the short period before he was expelled from the Boy Scouts of America, he had no idea what in the woods was safe to eat.

It was imperative that he found food and clothes. So he set off in the direction he hoped would lead to the road.

He had walked for about two hours, and, as the sun was now quite high in the sky, he guessed it was now mid morning, but there was still no sign of the road. Then he spotted an object in the distance, which he thought might possibly be a house.

As he got closer he could see that he was correct, it was a building. In fact there were a small cluster of buildings, which he from what he could make out was a small ranch house and a couple of barns. A ranch meant there could be a rancher and maybe a rancher's wife, hopefully a kindly country couple, which he might previously have dismissed as Hillbillies, who might give him food, lend him clothing, and help him to get home.

It would be deeply embarrassing and humiliating, to turn up at the ranch, stark naked and begging for help, but he had no other option.

For a brief moment Cindy's Mae's mocking comment about the film “Deliverance” echoed in his mind, but he quickly dismissed that. He hurried on towards the farm, and reassuringly could not hear the sound of a banjo … at least not yet.

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