The Shaman's Revenge Part 18 (Chase Goes to Prison)

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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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 ..er ..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?”

“....no!” 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 ...is 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 …....