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.
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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.
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