The
Shaman's Revenge Part 17 (Part 2)
Jordan's
brain was still in a state of stunned shock the following morning.
After the ranger had driven him home and he had endured an hour long
lecture from his father on his various misdemeanours, followed by a
long hot shower to wash away the dirt, grime and stress from his 72
hours in the wilderness, he has fallen into an exhausted sleep.
However, it had been a fitful sleep full of scary nightmares of angry
insects, huge carrots and doctors, with syringes the size of AK47
rifles, chasing him trough a forest variously booby-trapped with
nettle patches and electric fences, all of which contrived to sting
and zap his bottom.
And
all the time as he ran through the dark forest he could hear the
sound of the Ranger's laughter echoing through the trees.
In
his dream Jordan tripped and fell backwards into a thorn bush,
landing heavily on his backside amongst the prickly thorns. As he
struggled to free himself from the thorns, the ranger's voice began
echoing in his head “Time for your shots Sport” it said “It's
time for your shots!”
Then
a large brawny hand was on his shoulder shaking him firmly as the
voice above boomed “Wake up Sport, you're making weird noises, were
you dreaming?”
Jordan
opened his eyes, and found he was in fact not in a thorn bush, but in
his bed, and Ranger Tartarus was leaning over him with a huge grin on
his face. In place of the uniform he had been wearing the previous
day, the ranger was now dressed as if for a work out, in a muscle
vest, which exposed his powerful arms and shoulders, and a small
tight pair of shorts.
“W..What
are you doing in my room?” shouted Jordan angrily, sitting up in
bed “....What are you doing in my house?”
“I'm
moving in Sport!” grinned the Ranger “Your Dad had to leave early
this morning, he has had to go to Seattle for a couple of weeks on
business, at short notice. So he's asked me to move in and supervise
you while he's away!” his grin broadened “I am in the spare room,
right next door to you!!”
“I
don't need supervision!!” cried Jordan angrily
The
ranger raised one eyebrow “With your misbehaviour this week, you
have proved you need full time supervision Sport!” he said, “an'
I'm going to see you get it! I am owed a lot of vacation time, and
I'm going to use it to look after you, it will be lots of fun, just
think of me as your new Babysitter!!”
The
suggestion that, he, a 19 year old jock, needed a babysitter outraged
Jordan almost more than anything else, but before he could say
anything, Tartarus pointed to the door “first up, its time for your
morning shower, you know what they say 'a clean body equals a clean
mind!”
“I
showered last night!” grumbled Jordan, irritated at being ordered
around like a little kid.
“Well
you need another one!” commanded the Ranger “'specially after
those sweaty nightmares you were having!”
Jordan
frowned wondering how the ranger knew he had nightmares “Well pass
me my bathrobe then!” he muttered, pointing to the robe hanging on
the back of the door.
“You
don't need no robe Sport!” laughed Tartarus “Remember what the
Doc said about keeping that 'lil tail 'o yours exposed!” he grinned
broadly “'sides” he said “I seen it all before!!”
Jordan
had no option, he jumped out of bed, keeping his hands gripped
tightly over he genitals and hurried across the room to get to the
shower.
As he walked across the landing he was keenly aware that the
ranger's amused eyes were fixed on him.
In
particular, he knew the ranger was looking at his bare butt.
He
resolved that he would phone his Dad and demand a second opinion, He
was sure no other Doctor would insist he stay bare assed and get yet
another course of injections every day. He also needed to convince
his dad that the last thing he needed was to be supervised by the god
damn ranger.
He
turned the lock on the door and spent a long time under the shower
grateful at least for some privacy. He hoped to Ranger would have
lost interest and gone away, but irritatingly the older man was still
there, standing next to his bed, grinning, when he returned to his
room.
Jordan
pursed his lips into a moody pout, before they fell wide open in
shock and horror as he spotted the metal tray on the bedside table on
which lay two large medical syringes filled with a purple liquid.
Next to them was a small tube of ointment.
Tartarus
noticed Jordan's shocked reaction and followed his gaze over to the
table “Yup! Sorry Sport, its time for your butt treatment!” he
sat down on the bed and patted his thigh
“Fuck
you!” snorted Jordan derisively clenching his fists in anger “Dream
on Buddy!”
Before
Jordan could fully grasp what was happening Tartarus had darted
across the room grabbed the young swimmers ear tightly between his
thumb and forefinger and dragged across the room to the bed, where he
sat down and forced the teenager face down across his lap.
“You'll
do as I say while I'm in charge boy!” ordered the Ranger in a tone
which warned Jordan not to object. He then took hold of the hem of
the towel, which Jordan had wrapped round himself after stepping out
of the shower “an' what's this for?” he snapped “You were told
to keep your little butt exposed to the fresh air, full time! ….
for medical reasons.
With
that he grabbed hold of the towel and pulled it up round Jordan's
middle fully baring the handsome young athlete's pert and just
showered bottom. “Well then!” he said “It's time for your
medication!!”
He
leaned across Jordan and picked up a small tube of ointment,
unscrewed the cap and squeezed a generous quantity of the potion into
his forefinger “Now where did the Doc say I had to put this?” he
asked, raising an amused eyebrow?”
“Don't
remember!” grunted Jordan dishonestly
“Oh
yes, now I remember!!” laughed the Ranger, using the fingers and
thumb of his free hand to push Jordan's butt cheeks apart, revealing
the tiny tight anus nestling between. “That's a darn pretty 'lil
butt button!” he chuckled “its very pink though, I guess it's
still mighty sore?”
Jordan
remained silent, glowering ahead of him and not wishing to give
Tartarus the satisfaction of a reply.
The
ranger deftly applied the ointment in a circular motion, ensuring
that all parts of the area were coated, and then proceeded firmly rub
it in, causing Jordan to gasp involuntarily at the strange sensation.
Increasing
the pressure slightly, the ranger moved his finger to the puckering
bud like centre of Jordan's tender butt hole, and then suddenly
pressed down, causing the large finger to pop inside. He then started
to wiggle his flexible digit around the inner walls of Jordan's anal
passage.
“Stop
… stop! don't do that!! cried Jordan horrified at what was
happening, and that a part of Ranger Tartarus, a man, and one he had
come to detest, was actually inside his body!
It
was then that the ointment began to take effect and the Doctor's
prediction that this medication would “sting a little bit” began
to come true. In fact the ointment didn't so much sting as it caused
a fierce burning sensation across the area where the ranger had
applied it “EEEYYOOWWW!!” he screamed “That burns … it's
burning me!!” he struggled to get off the ranger's lap “I need
to wash it off!”
However,
Tartarus's strong arms held him firmly in place “You mustn't wash
it Sport … it's doing you good!”
“It's
not doing me good!” protested Jordan “It's burning! … it
hurts”
“Most
things which do you good hurt Sport!” Grinned Tartarus “You'll
learn that!! ….. perhaps this will take your mind off it!” he
leaned over and picked up one of the two serum filled syringes “Now
lift that cute 'lil tush 'o your's up Sport!”
“NO!
… not that!!” cried Jordan now frantically struggling to free
himself from the rib crushing grip holding him in place! While the
took aim with the syringe.
“Hold
still or I'll really hurt you!” growled the ranger, before, with
the speed of an egret striking at a passing minnow, he brought the
syringe down, jabbing the needle hard into Jordan's left buttocks and
then pressing down the plunger, sending a stream of the Doctor's
special formula into the pink and ivory globe of Jordan's butt cheek.
“YYYEEEEEEEOOOWWWCH!”
screamed the unlucky young jock
“I
warned you fella'!” snapped the Ranger “Now behave yourself while
I do the other cheek!” he grabbed Jordan's arm, and held it firmly
behind his back.
Unable
to escape, Jordan held his body rigid, gritting his teeth and closing
his eyes tightly, preparing for the inevitable, and hoping the second
injection would not hurt as much as the first!
Caleb
picked up the second syringe, held it up and gave a quick squirt to
remove all air. He looked down at Jordan's tense young body lying
across his lap and a slow crooked grin rolled across his face, and
for a fleeting instant his eyes glowed with the angry redness of
molten brimstone.
“YAAAAAAAAOOOOOAAAAAAOWWWW!!”
screamed Jordan, as the second needle jabbed deep into his right butt
cheek, if anything this injection hurting more than the first.
It
was then that Jordan lost control of the temper he had been
struggling to hold in check, and let loose a stream of expletives,
insults, accusations and threats he was in no position to carry
through. All aimed at his new babysitter, and all a huge mistake.
Jordan
struggled free of the Ranger's grasp and attempted to jump to his
feet, but, in his anger he lost his balance and, with more of the
series of bad luck which had recently plagued him, tumbled off
Tartarus's knee, landing heavily on his tender, just jabbed bottom on
the upturned spiky bristles of a hairbrush which he had carelessly
dropped on on the floor the night before.
Characteristically
he had not bothered to pick the brush up, so he could only blame his
own carelessness and untidy habits for inflicting further pain to his
increasingly sore bottom.
Jordan
sprung to his feet, and began effectively dancing on the spot as he
rubbed his pained backside, moaning and whining as he did so.
Meanwhile,
the ranger leaned over and picked up the discarded hairbrush, which
he proceeded to tap ominously on the palm of his hand. “Mmmmh!”
He murmured “I will keep this, it could come in very useful!!”
“F###
you!” snapped Jordan still rubbing his sore bottom.
The
ranger raised an irritated eyebrow, and slowly stood up, holding the
hairbrush in front of him, rather in the manner that an assassin
might hold a dagger. “You are going to have to learn to control
that tongue of yours Sport!” he said, speaking slowly, as if
controlling his temper.
Jordan
folded his arms defiantly, struggling to ignore the threatening
hairbrush.
“In
fact!” continued the Ranger “You could do with a time out young
man”
Before
Jordan could react, or fully take in what was happening, the Ranger
had grabbed hold of him, lifting him bodily off his feet and
throwing the young 152 pound adult athlete over his shoulder as
easily as if he was a small child.
With
the agility of a bounding tiger, unhindered by the weight of the
young athlete he was carrying, the ranger ran down two flights of
stairs to the basement beneath the house.
He
then dropped Jordan, bottom first, on top of the hot water boiler
“Now sit there!” he ordered, before grabbing a length of rope,
which had been conveniently lying on Jordan's dad's workbench, and
tying Jordan's wrists to a pillar, and then tying his ankles together
.
“What
are you doing?!” yelled Jordan “Untie me! Let me free”
“I
will untie you later!” replied the ranger “meanwhile you can sit
there quietly and think about your behaviour!”
Jordan
had no intention of staying quiet, and continued to loudly protest,
until the ranger picked up a roll of duct tape and tore off a strip,
which he then placed over Jordan's mouth, instantly gagging him, and
rendering his protests mute.
“That's
good!” he smiled “Now you are quiet! ...you can stay that way!”
“MMMNNNNNNNUH!”
spluttered Jordan from behind the duct tape.
“Now
I have things to do!” said the Ranger “I will come back and free
you in an hour or so!”
He
turned to leave the basement, as he did so casually adjusting the
controls on the to the boiler to maximum temperature. He then turned
back briefly, gave Jordan a mock salute and left the room.
The
Ranger had been so casual and relaxed when adjusting the boiler
controls, and Jordan had been so preoccupied by the predicament he
was in that he did not even register what had been done.
However,
we very quickly began to realise as the metal tank upon which he was
sitting began to get warmer and warmer.
Within
five minutes the metal boiler had become painful to the touch, and
unluckily for Jordan the part of him which was touching the heated
metal was his already very tender and sensitive bottom.
Because
of the way the ranger had tied Jordan, it was very difficult for him
to raise his bottom away from the now almost scalding metal. By
straining every muscle and standing on tip-toe, he managed to lift
his behind a fraction of an inch above the surface of the boiler,
where it hovered precariously in the air, keenly aware if the heat
radiating from the now steaming tank.
Unfortunately
his feet were resting unsteadily on top of an old metal paint tin,
which wobbled beneath him weight. As a result his feet kept slipping
causing him to land heavily on the hot tank, sending him jumping into
the air yelping silently through his duct tape gag.
Again
and again the process repeated itself, as he would struggle to raise
himself away from the hot and now steaming boiler, only to fall back
onto it after a few moments.
Meanwhile
Dr Schultz's potion, which the ranger had injected into him a few
minutes earlier increasing the sensitivity and intensifying the pain
receptors in Jordan's painful and increasingly scorched nether
quarters!
Upstairs
in the kitchen, the grinning ranger was enjoying a snack of toasted
buns and looking forward to the fun to come!
