Tuesday, 6 July 2021

The Shaman's Revenge Chapter 22 (Part 2)

 


The Shaman's Revenge Chapter 22 (Part 2)

 Jordan and the Speedos from Hell continued

The pool was entirely empty when Jordan dived in and swam a full length under water. For the first time in weeks, Jordan felt a sense of freedom and relief as his skimmed through the cool deep water, wuith the sleekness and agility of a fit young otter. Swimming was the one thing in the world at which he was the most accomplished, and if had had the determination and self discipline to overcome his naturally lazy and self indulgent nature, he could potentially have been a world class athlete.

However, the inevitable of Jordan Draper's life was that the flaws in his character would forever outweigh his virtues, and, consequentially, he would never achieve his natural potential.

As observers, therefore, we must content ourselves with appreciating his physical beauty and enjoying his ongoing and well deserved discomforts and humiliations.

However, at that moment, Jordan was free from the myriad discomforts which had recently plagued his life. The Ranger, his new guardian, had agreed he could have a morning free from chores and had dropped him off at the old swimming pool at the edge of town “You can relax today” he had said “Tomorrow you have an important role to play at the local charity fair!”

Jordan had no idea what was planned for the fair, but hoped he would at least be allowed to wear clothes. Meanwhile today, it was just a relief to have some cover albeit only his tiny blue speedos.

For a short while he was free of the sense of dread of what might befall him next, which hay have been a kindness, given what was in store for him.


After completing a dozen laps of the pool, Jordan climbed out and made his way along the side of the pool planning to get himself a coke from the vending machine he had noticed by the entrance. He was then he realised he was no longer alone, when he spotted three figures in swimming trunks walking towards him.

At first he did not recognise them, but they certainly recognized him “Hi Jordan!” sniggered Dewey Rees a small built guy in baggy red swimming shorts “Aren't you supposed to be bare assed? I head you burnt your asshole!”

Jordan glowered at Dewey, furious at this further evidence that the news of his humiliating situation was spreading like wild fire. “Shut up, if you want to keep your teeth!” he snarled.

Don't threaten my brother!” boomed a second, much larger guy in an angry voice

He always threatens smaller kids!” chimed in the third guy, Sammy Mason, who was also smaller than average “He's Jordan Draper, the bully we told you about!”

Dewey grinned at Jordan. “This is my BIG brother Bruno!” He's really pleased to meet you!” 


 Until too late Jordan had not noticed how large and muscular Bruno was, otherwise he might have been more cautious, but before he could react Dewey's big brother had grabbed him and thrown him over his shoulder. “We are going to have some fun with you!” he growled

The swimming pool was next to a derelict building, which had once been a sports centre, where Bruno carried the struggling and protesting Jordan, followed by a broadly grinning Dewey and Sammy.

Once inside what had once been the old locker room of the centre, Bruno tied Jordan's wrists to an exposed beam, forcing him to stand on Tip toe. Meanwhile Dewey produced a role of duct tape, which he used to bing Jordan's long athletic legs together.

When Jordan objected, a further strip of tape was placed over his mouth, effectively silencing him.

Heuy Jordan” grinned Dewey “Remember those games you used to play with us kids? .. and the ….. um … tricks? Well lets see how you like them when we play them on you.”


Remember that itching powder you put in the kids clothes while they were in the shower?” he continued “Well we've got a different brand … this one is extra strong itching powder” he held up a small bag while tossing a similar bag of white powder to Sammy.

It says 'Worse that a cartload of fleas' on the packet!” giggled Sammy


Well you are about to find out if that is true!” sneered Dewey as he pulled at the waist band of Jordan's speedos creating a gap at the back enabling him to sprinkle the contents of the itching powder package over the cheeks of Jordan's exposed backside, ensuring at least half the powder went down the tight crack between the cheeks.

Meanwhile, Sammy did the same to the front of the speedos, tipping the contents of his bag over Jordan's cock and balls.


It took a moment for the powder to take effect, and then, suddenly, Jordan became aware of the most extreme and infuriating itching sensation he had ever experienced. He struggled and writhed in extreme discomfort, desperate to pull off his speedos and try to brush the vile substance off himself, but could do nothing as his hands were tied to the beam above his head.

Sammy attempted to maintain a straight face, however Dewey laughed so hard he almost made himself sick. He and his friends had endured years of bullying and hazing by Jordan Draper, so he was enjoying every second of his tormentor's suffering.

Meanwhile a grinning Bruno ambled to the cornor and picked up a large glass jar “I guess that powder must be irritating you a mite Guy?” he drawled “But don't worry, my little friends here will eat it all!”



He held up the jar, which Jordan, to his horror saw was full of ants!

Remember that spider you put down Becky Rutter's shirt?! Sniggered Dewey, “well we couldn't find a spider, but the ants will be a good substitute!... they are fire ants, so if they nip you, it might sting a little!”

.”... or Sting a lot!” corrected Sammy.

It suddenly occurred to Jordan that the itching powder and ants must have been bought there specially for him, this was no chance encounter, they had known in advance that he would be at the pool. So someone, either the Ranger or Harley must have been in on the plan.


Jordan did not have time to think any more about the set up as he other things to concentrate on, around forty very small but very ferocious things, as Bruno stepped forward, tugged at the waist band of his blue speedos, and tipped the angry contents of the jar into the gap, shaking the jar firmly to ensure every ant fell in, before allowing the tight lycra to snap back into place with all the ants trapped between it and the tender still wildly itching surface of Jordan's bottom.

Unlike the itching powder, the ants took no time in making their presence known. They may be trapped and lagely immobile , but the one part they could move were their sharp jaws with which they ferociously attacked every inch of Jordan's poor bottom.

A large number of the fire ants had slipped between his cheeks and they set about biting that intimate and sensitive area, even his rosebud like anus was not spared. 


 The fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds, Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire.


 Jordan's three assailants stood back, laughing with delight as Jordan hopped up and down, writing in agony and the rapacious insect assault on his nether regions his silent screams muffled by the duct tape covering his mouth.


It was then that all three of Jordan's new tormentor's produced a selection of old wooden paddles, both fraternity paddles with greek letters or old fashioned domestic paddles with quaint phrases on them.

We will kill those nasty biting ants for you!” laughed Bruno “Isn't that good of us?!”


Within moments, the sound of three wooden paddles whacking against ther seat of Jordan's speedoes echoed round the abandoned building and continued for quite some time.

Jordan's previous were certainly relishing their revenge.

Some hours later, after Jordan had not returned at the time he had been instructed to, the Ranger and Jordan's hated cousin Harley went to the pool looking for him. When they found he was not, the Ranger suggested they should check the abandoned sports centre next door, and that is where they found a very sore and unhappy Jordan.

Still tied up and duct tape gagged, he had been hing fron the ceiling by his blue speedos, in an uncomfortable and embarrassing wedgie. Adding to his humiliation a white surrender flag protruded from between his two now red and bad badly bruised and bitten butt cheeks, having been inserted deep into his ant bitten anus.

Jordan Draper was one bully who had certainly met his comeuppance! 

 

To be continued 

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10 comments:

  1. Bullies always get it in the end! It had to be said.

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  3. Wow I like this part a lot! Ants and itching powder on the swimmer's ass is hot as hell! Probably his butt is even more sensitive after his swim. So for the ants it's a tender meal ;-)

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  4. Awesome update! Jordan's facial expression when presented with the itching powder is my favorite part! Would love to see more of those facial surprise/gawking expressions going forward, as the victims realize what's about to happen to their posteriors!

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  5. Poor Jordan needs some medicine, especially deep inside his ant bitten/flag penetrated anus. Maybe some suppositories will help, they might be really itchy and big and thick but that means they are working, and he probably should get a LOT of them because even if he feels uncomfortably full to the point of waddling a little, Ranger needs to be sure they are working. And because we don't trust Jordan not to push them out from his overfilled hole, Harley could have him lay naked across his lap in the back seat to helpfully push the medicine back into Jordan quivering anus on the ride home and give him a little smack to remind Jordan no matter how full he fills he needs to keep his little rosebud from letting any medicine out. massaging some medicine in with a thick rubber "applicator" might help Jordan relax his hole enough to recieve his suppositories as well.

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    1. Yes, some of the suppositories full of extra strength itching powder right before a big meet or in front of a crowd, maybe even with the local news reporting on the diving event.

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  6. please more wedgies! Jordan deserves to suffer from more types of abuse, for example with nipple clamps or having dirty jockstraps on his face

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  7. I liked this, brought back memories of being picked on by my friends, especially the picture of being on my toes getting paddled. I remember having to do that and stick my butt out or i got more. Fortunately they didn't think about itching powder.

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    1. I've had the itching powder, and it will certainly get your attention, especially with a spanked bottom.

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