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The Shaman's Revenge Part 17 (Part 1)

The Shaman's Revenge Part 17 (Part 1)

Jordan jumped quickly into the car and slammed the door behind him, and to his relief, successful preventing any of the angry wasps from following him inside the vehicle.

As soon as his naked passenger was safely inside the Ranger put his foot on the gas and the car sped off down the road, until they were safely our of range of the pursuing swarm.

“Where have you been sport?” the ranger shouted over the roar of the engine “Your Dad has been frantic with worry …. he's not a happy man!”

Jordan, struggled to explain how he had come to be in this predicament, he considered explaining about Cindy-Mae abandoning him naked, but something told him the Ranger would find that funny, which would make it all the more embarrassing, so he just shrugged and said “guess I got lost!”

Once he has slowed down, the ranger glanced over at Jordan, who was perched in an awkward position, with the palms of his hands pressed down against the seat with his bottom raised, keeping it was hovering just above the plastic surface of the seat. “Sit properly Sport” he ordered gruffly.

“I can't” mumbled Jordan miserably

“What do you mean, you 'can't'?”

“Because I just can't!” growled Jordan moodily

“Why not?”

“....burnt asshole!” muttered Jordan

“What?”

“I burnt my asshole, okay!!” was Jordan's snapped reply “I slipped and sat on an electric fence …. then this Hillbilly retard stuck a carrot up there …. a real big carrot!”

“A Carrot?” the ranger struggled not to laugh “Why did he do that?”

“Dunno … guess he was a pervert or something, then his brother stuffed nettles and poison oak up ….”

“huh? Why ….?”

“'cos he said I was a chicken!”

“WOW! That's bad sport!” replied the ranger giving a passing, if heavily faked, impression of compassion “You had a bad day!”

“And just now ..” wailed Jordan “A Godamn hornet stung me …... on the butt hole!” he gave the ranger a pitiful look, and it hurts like hell!!

“Now that is bad news fella' “ replied the Ranger “You might have serious damage ….. down there!” he said “I better take you straight to see the Doc!”

Jordan instantly recoiled at the word “Doc” he had no wish to go anywhere near Dr Schultz and his damn needles “N..no I'm okay … honest!”

“Don't be dumb Jordan, the Doc needs to check you over, just in case. After all a singed, stretched and double stung anus isn't anything to laugh at!”

“Do you see me laughing?” snapped Jordan

“Don't be impudent kid!” barked the ranger “Or you'll go over my knee despite your barbecued butt button!”

Jordan flinched visibly at the the ranger's tone “S..Sorry Sir!” he stammered “I'm just sore!”

“Okay... We will stop at the infirmary on the way home!”

“Aww Officer!” whined Jordan “Not Doc Schultz, he has … odd methods!, couldn't we go to Dr Hotcrutch … Uh I mean Dr Hutchins, she's much better!”

“Don't be Dumb Jordan!” Laughed the Ranger” Lois Hutchins is a sports masseur, Boy's rectums are not her area of expertise ... Whereas Dr Schultz is a ... er ... specialist in the subject of boy's back doors!”

“Expert 'cos he's a damned perv” thought Jordan, sensibly keeping that observation to himself, before saying out loud “Fu … uh ...I mean darn!” grumbled Jordan “Isn't there another doctor I could go to?”

“Don't be a jerk Sport” replied the Ranger Doc Schultz is the best medic in town …. and besides he know your medical history. Us grown ups know best! We are going to Dr Schultz whether you like it or not!”

Although resenting the implication that at 19 he was not a “grown up”, Jordan reluctantly accepted defeat and grumpily sunk down in his seat, only to quickly raise his bottom again the moment it landed on the still hot plastic car seat. “Ouch!”

The Ranger appeared to have chosen a far more bumpy route back to town, than the one which Jordan and Cindy-Mae had taken up to the lake, or at least it seemed much more bumpy, given Jordan now had a far more tender backside. However, finally, after Jordan had endured a very long and uncomfortable journey, they eventually pulled up outside the Infirmary.

Again, Jordan was in the predicament of having to enter the infirmary, pass the reception area and crowded waiting room, stark naked and with a sore red bottom. “I need something to cover myself with” he pleaded.

“Hold on Sport” replied the Ranger, “I think there is an old blanket in the trunk, that should at least give you some cover!”

Although not ideal, the old rug would, as the ranger had suggested, give him some cover as he entered the medical centre, so Jordan reluctantly took it and wrapped it around himself. People might still look, but, at least he wouldn't be naked. Perhaps people would assume he had been in an accident, and was wearing clothes beneath the blanket.

However, once they had left the car and entered the foyer of the centre, he realised that people were not reacting in the way he had anticipated. Instead of just looking at him as he expected, they were pointing and laughing at him.

“W...what's going on?” he asked

The Ranger turned to look at him, and then let out a guffaw of laughter “Well, sport it appears some bugs have making been making a meal of that 'ol blanket. Maybe moths, beetles or even could be 'CEE-Kay-dahs' have eaten a great big hole in it! 'an that cute little tail 'o yourn is on show 't the world!!”

Horrified, Jordan looked back and caught sight of his reflection in the window glass and saw there was a huge hole in the blanket, through which his bare blushing pink bottom was fully exposed. “Oh Fuck!” he cried in mortified embarrassment “Get me out of here!”

“No problem Sport” chuckled the Ranger “We can use the elevator, that will be better than walking up three flights of stairs with your ass on full show!”

They hurried across the lobby, as Jordan unsuccessfully attempted to cover his exposed bottom with his hands. Once they reached the elevator the ranger pressed the button, as Jordan anxiously waited for the doors to open, but they did not open. In another bout of Jordan's bad luck, at that moment three maintenance men were on the ninth floor moving furniture, and one large desk, which they had unwisely attempted to carry into the elevator had become stuck, wedging the doors open, and preventing the contraption from descending to the ground floor.

Hence, while an unhappy and humiliated and increasingly frantic Jordan waited on the ground floor, nine floors above him, three muscular workmen were struggling to move a desk and release the doors which continues to hold up the lift.

A crowd had now gathered, all giggling laughing and pointing at Jordan's embarrassed and unsuccessful attempts to cover his exposed bare backside. Our handsome young hero's only wish was to escape from the prying eyes and hide himself “We will have to use the stairs!” he gasped, turning away from the stubbornly un-opening elevator door and hurrying towards the open staircase at the far end of the lobby.

The ranger sauntered casually after him “That sure is a perty sight!” he drawled watching Jordan's bare bottom juggling up and down as he hurried.

Jordan literally bounded up the stairs, and, to his relief was soon out of view of the watching crowd. However, his relief was soon replaced by a glum sense of impending doom as he approached the door to Dr Schultz's office.

For a moment, Jordan stood outside the door, reluctant to knock, however, he was then joined by the ranger, who immediately rapped on the door. There was a brief pause, before the doctor opened the door, and ushered the two in. To Jordan's annoyance, he found that Dr Schultz was not alone, as his eyes fell on the hated figure of medical trainee, Martin Clifford, who, while appearing to be intently studying some notes, was adjusting the buttons on his white male nurse's uniform.

“My, My Jordan Draper!” said Dr Schultz “What predicament have yourself into this time?”

“He's got a sore anus!” interjected the Ranger helpfully.

“I see!” replied the doctor with a serious tone, as Martin Clifford unsuccessfully attempted to stifle a chuckle “Have you been misbehaving with other boys Jordan?”

“No I haven't!” snapped Jordan with a combination of anger and mortification “It got burned … and stung …. and … uh … a damn hillbilly stuck a carrot in it!” he explained bedore quickly adding “ … against my will!!”

“Well... Well .. you have had an eventful day, haven't you Jordan!” relied Dr Schultz with a raised eyebrow “We had better take a look at it! Please take off that dirty blanket and get onto the examination table …. on your knees, with your bottom up.”

Despite instinctively knowing this would not end well, Jordan reluctantly did as he was told, clambered onto the examination table, and adopted what was best described at the “doggy position”, while the doctor ominously pulled on his rubber gloves.

Dr Schultz stepped forward, placed his rubber gloved hands onto Jordan's butt cheeks and firmly pushed them apart to expose the puckered, and now blushing pink and cherry red, ring between.

Schultz frowned and made a tutting sound with his tongue “Hmmm!” he said “That does look inflamed …. nurse can you bring me the magnifying glass please!”

Martin opened a draw and brought out a large magnifying glass, not unlike the type which might have been used by Sherlock Holmes or some other Victorian sleuth might have used to examine evidence, and handed it to the doctor.

To Jordan's increasing embarrassment the doctor held the glass up to the crack between his butt cheeks and studied his anus at length. “That is inflamed!” he said “what do you think nurse?”

Martin peered at Jordan's rectum “It looks sore!” he said “Is it sore Jordan?”

“Yes its fu..... sore!” snarled Jordan, his face now hot and glowing with mortification, he again determined that he would kill Martin at the first opportunity to present itself.

The Ranger approached and also took a lingering look at Jordan's most private region “That sure reminds me o' a lil'l pink raspberry!” he drawled in an amused tone!

Jordan closed his eyes tight and gritted his teeth with embarrassment, he couldn't believe that three men were actually discussing the state of his sore anus …... and studying it with a magnifying glass.

“Could that be serious Doctor?” asked Martin, struggling to sound businesslike

“I am afraid it could be!” replied the Doctor with a grim expression on his face “the combination of an electrical burn and a hornet sting could have unstable results!” he put down the magnifying glass and removed his rubber gloves “I will prescribe a special cream, which have to be applied twice a day... I am afraid it will sting a little bit Jordan, but that is because it is working!”

“uh ...okay ...Doc” the unhappy Jordan hissed though a scowl

“and, most important” added the Doctor “the whole area must be exposed to fresh air at all times!”

“Uh ….What ….?” asked Jordan uncomprehendingly.

“No pants, jeans or underwear should be worn for the next four weeks at least … probably up to six weeks depending on the speed of recovery … so no clothing from the waist down!”

“WHAT?” cried Jordan, as the Doctors words sunk in

“You gotta stay bare butt for six weeks Sport!” replied the Ranger helpfully!

“NO WAY!” yelled Jordan Jumping off the desk “I ain't going bare butt for another hour let alone six week, just 'cos some faggy quack doctor say so....OOOOWCH!” Jordan's angry rant ended with a cry of pain as the Ranger slapped him hard across the bare bottom with the palm of his hand.

“Don't you go disrespecting the Doctor Sport!” snapped Ranger Tartarus “The Doc knows best, ifin he sez you gotta' stay bare butt for six week, you're gonna' do just that, I'll make sure of it!”

He turned to the doctor ”An' I'll make sure he applies that there stinging cream night an' morning even ifin I have to do it myself!”

“You ain't doing …. that!” bellowed Jordan

“Take care Sonny!” growled the Ranger pointing at Jordan “Or you will be over my knee faster than you can say 'burn my speedos!” he paused and looked back at the Doctor “Does this mean spankin's are out Doc!”

“No, there is no need to stop spanking him!” replied the Doctor with a quick smile “In fact the stimulation will be quite therapeutic!”

“So Spankin's will be sorta' medicinal then Doc?”

The doctor pondered for a while “Well yes, you could say that!” he replied as the Ranger chortled loudly and Martiv stifle a peal of laughter behind a rubber gloved hand.

Jordan was now in a state of barely controlled panic ”Don't listen to that quack Doctor, he's a perv and doesn't know what he's …. OOOOWWWCH!”

Jordan jumped in the air in response to a hard WHACK! from the ranger cross his bare bottom.

“That is not acceptable language Jordan!” roared the Ranger, grabbing hold of the naked young man. Then before Jordan could fully take in what was happening, the officer had thrown his arm round his waist, lifting him off the ground and stuffing him under his arm, as if the young swimmer was a rolled up carpet.

The Ranger then inflicted a series of sharp smacks to Jordan's upturned bottom “You Will not ..” SMACK “disrespect the Doctor ..” SMACK “Do you understand ..?” SMACK!

“OWW … YEEOOW ...OUCH! ...Stop!” yelled Jordan, struggling and kicking attempting to free himself, but the muscular ranger held him firmly in place.

“Can you hold him still please!” said the doctor “Jordan needs a course of injections to prevent any side effects from the hornet stings! And what better time to start than now!” he turned to Martin “Nurse, Please prepare two syringes with the Obecalp serum!”

Jordan looked back over his shoulder with horror, his worst fears at the prospect of visiting Dr Schultz were about to come true, he had guessed that medical pervert would immediately find a reason to jab him in the ass again. This was the reason he had been so reluctant to pay this visit.

“No! .. No! Fuck you!!” he yelled, struggling and kicking his legs “Keep that damn needle away from me!!!

However, no matter how much the fit young athlete struggled, the ranger, who it appeared possessed a superhuman strength, held him firmly in place.

Moments later, the Doctor was standing behind him holding up one of his scary looking oversized syringes, while Martin stood nearby with a further syringe on a tray. “Please hold him still, if you can officer!”

“You got it Doc!” replied the Ranger gripping Jordan all the more tightly.

Without further ado Dr Schultz proceeded to jab the needle into Jordan's left butt cheek, injecting a dose of the serum into the unlucky young swimmer.

“AAAAAAAAHGGGGHHHHOOOOOWW!!!” Jordan's yell of pain echoed round the room.

“Don't be such a wuss Sport!” chuckled the Ranger playfully slapping Jordan's uplifted bottom “It's for your own good!”

“I'm not being a 'wuss'” wailed Jordan “It Hurt!!”

“Just one more young man!” said the Doc in what he assumed was a reassuring tone, but which sent a chill down Jordan's spine. The Doctor then took the second syringe from the tray, which Martin was helpfully holding, and gave it a short squirt to remove any air, before injecting a further dose of the potion into Jordan's right butt cheek, eliciting a similar outraged response from the handsome swimmer.

“All finished Doc” asked the Ranger, before he lowered Jordan back onto his feet.

“Finished for now” replied the Doctor “however, he will need a course of shots, so he will have to return to the infirmary every morning ….. or I suppose, I could do a home visit each day!”

“No need Doc!” smiled the ranger “I've got me a certification in first aid! 'couse, it was mainly for gun shot wounds and critter bites, but I can inject a boy in the butt no problem ….. 'sides I only live next door!” he laughed “So I can give this young patient what he needs!” he slapped Jordan on the shoulder sending him staggering forward “Can't I Sport?!”

Jordan's mouth opened and shut, rather like a landed fish gasping for air, as he tried to speak, but no words came. He was stunned to silence as the full horror of his current situation registered in his brain.

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The Shaman's Revenge Part 16

The Shaman's Revenge Part 16

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“What is going on here?” Floyd Cody's voice boomed, as he approached the small group, initially unnoticed by his younger brothers, who spun round nervously at the arrival of their fierce older sibling.

“Uh … Hi Floyd!” stammered Billy Bob “you came back bro?!!”

“I wanted to check on you and the City boy!” replied Floyd “And it seems I was right to” he looked across at Jordan, who was still bent double, his wrists tied to his ankles, with a 'tail' of stinging nettles and poison ivy sticking out of his rump.

“Lazy scumbag wasn't working hard enough!” replied Seth hastily, “So we decided to punish him!”

Despite the fiery burning sensation in his anus Jordan's senses were in high alert mode, and he listened intently to what was being said. It was obvious to him that the two younger Cody brothers were scared of their elder brother, and after the two spankings Floyd had given him, Jordan could understand they had good reason to be nervous.

His mind buzzed with ideas as to how he could use the men's fear of their brother, but nothing came to him.

“The lazy brat was refusing to work was he?!” Snarled Floyd “We'll soon see to that!” He pointed to Jordan “Untie him and get that damn vegetation out of his butt!” he ordered “I'll make him work!!

Untied, but with his butt and anus burning madly from the combined nettle and poison ivy stings Jordan was led across the field to an old ramshackle barn with a ladder leaning against the wall “Climb up that!” ordered Floyd, who then turned to his younger brother Billy Bob and pointed to the ranch house “Go get the old rug beater's!” he said “It's time this brat got a dusting!”

Jordan had no choice other than to obey and stepped nervously on the bottom rung of the ladder, he was not quite sure what Floyd meant by “a dusting” but he was in no doubt it would be unpleasant. His shoulders sank in misery as he climbed reluctantly up the ladder.

As soon as Billy Bob returned, carrying two very ancient looking rug beaters Jodan realised that his worst fears were well founded, and it took little imagination to guess exactly what Floyd had in mind for those cruel looking objects.

“Stick that Butt 'o yours out boy!” snapped Floyd

With no option but to obey Jordan did as he was ordered and braced himself for the impact to come.

Floyd lifter the rickety rug beater above his head and then swung it forward hard landing the hard wicker of it's business end across Jordan's backside with a bruising thud!

“AAAAGH!!” yelled Jordan as the juddering pain shot through his body.

Next Billy Bob aimed a swing at the trembling target, Resulting in another cry of pain from their unlucky captive.

A second, equally painful whack from Floyd brought tears to Jordan's eyes, and he wondered frantically how he would survive much more of this savage onslaught.

It was then that one of Jordan's very rare strokes of good luck intervened, presenting him which a change of escape, which he eagerly grasped.

The bringer of that good fortune was young Billy Bob, who is an excess of enthusiasm, when attempting to whack Jordan again, swung the rug beater too wide, and instead delivered a bone numbing blow to his elder brother Floyd's craggy face.

Floyd let out a roar of agony, dropping his rug beater, and clutching at his face as he staggered forward. Meanwhile Billy Bob was frozen to the spot petrified with horror at what he had done, and with fear at what vengeance his thunderously bad tempered brother would doubtless inflict on him for his carelessness.

Jordan's self survival instincts were at a heightened level, and he immediately saw the chance of escape, which this temporary distraction presented him with. 

 

Quick as a flash, whilst the Cody brothers were occupied with Floyd's apparent injury, Jordan climbed down the ladder and made a dash for freedom, slipping quickly and unnoticed past the fear stricken Billy Bob, before sprinting across the field.

Jordan was half way across the field and heading towards the woods before Seth Cody, who had been standing apart from his brothers and watching the scene realisedd he was making his mistake. “Come back here !” he shouted, lifting his rifle and pointing it at the departing Jordan.

“Shoot him in the butt!” yelled Billy Bob waking from his fear frozen stupor 

 

Seth took aim at the fleeing Jordan's backside and fired. Luckily for Jordan, Seth was the least proficient shooter of the family, especially when aiming at a moving target. The bullet missed it's target and whistled past Jordan, inspiring the fleeing teenager to run even faster, as a second missile flew past him on the other side.

“Get him!” commanded the now furious Floyd as he continued to nurse his swollen and bruised face.

The two younger Codys ran after the sprinting Jordan, however, although they were both strong and muscular, these heavily built corn, pork and potato fed country boys were no match, in terms of speed for their agile, athletic young prey. Jordan easily outran them and vanished into the woods beyond the farm.

Jordan ran through as fast as his well toned young legs would carry him, while the shouts of the men pursuing him grew fainter as the distance between him and them increased.

Once he was deep in the woods, Jordan determined to find a hiding place where he could remain hidden until the two older men gave up looking for him. At that point he spotted a tall tree with plenty of branches, which might hide him from someone on the ground.

With the agility of a young monkey Jordan quickly scrambled up the tree, until he reached a point about forty feet up, where a number of thick branches shielded him from being visible to someone on the ground. He then crouched on a large branch and determined he would hide up the tree until he was sure the Codys had gone.

He glanced around and noticed a small gap in the leaves, through which he might be seen if someone in the right position on the ground happened to look up. He quickly backed up the branch, moving closer to the trunk of the tree, where he would be afforded greater cover.

It was at that point that his bottom bumped into something attached to the tree trunk. He heard a cracking sound and felt whatever he had pushed up against begin to crumble around his butt cheeks.

Slightly nonplussed, he looked back over his shoulder to see a large structure, about two feel wide and four foot high, seemingly made from clay and grass attached to the tree just above where the branch he was crouching on connected to the tree trunk. It was then that he heard a loud angry buzzing sound, and came to the horrifying realization that he had just rammed his bare bottom into a hornets' nest

The angry hornets reacted instinctively to this violent attack on their home and flew straight at the large pink object which they perceived to be attacking them, furiously stinging Jordan's tender and recently beaten butt cheeks. 

 

To make matters worse, Jordan's precarious crouching position had the effect of spreading his cheeks, enabling one hornet to fly in between the cheeks and sting Jordan directly on his vulnerable puckering anus, causing him to give a shriek of agony.

These were an especially aggressive breed of hornet, which had emigrated north from South America. In appearance they were very similar to the fearsome yellow jacket wasps, but these creatures possessed even more powerful and painful stings.

Jordan lurched forward and immediately lost his balance, sending him tumbling head first onto a branch about six foot below, where he dangled for a few moments, bottom up across the branch, kicking his legs and struggling for a hand hold, whilst the aggressive hornets continued to attack his behind.

Jordan finally managed to clamber back up the new branch, whilst still being assailed by angry hornets, and quickly began climbing back down the tree, he had no option but to risk capture by the Cody brothers, as the hornets would surely kill him if he stayed in the tree. Images from the 1978 movie “The Swarm”, with Michael Cain and Katherine Ross flashed through his mind.

When he was back on the ground, the good news was that there was no sign of any sadistic hill billies, the bad new was that the hornets had followed him down, and still seemed determined to sting him to death.

Running as fast as he could Jordan tore off through the woods with a swarm of outraged hornets perusing him all intent on sting his fleeing bottom.

After a very unpleasant and painful half mile run, Jordan found himself on a small country road through the woods, and to his relief saw a vehicle heading towards him, which he frantically flagged down. It was not until the vehicle stopped beside him that he realised it was the ranger's car.

The Ranger wound down the window to a small crack and shouted “Get in quickly Sport…. and close the door after you!” 

 

For the first time since their first encounter, Jordan was relieved to see the Ranger, however, that relief would not last for long …......

To Be Continued ….........

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