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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TO BE CONTINUED

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The Sting of the Jungle - Boy and the Stolen Loincloth

The Sting of the Jungle

Boy and the Stolen Loincloth

It was a hot and sultry day in the jungle, and boy was feeling bored. It was now many weeks since he had returned from the city, and it seemed very dull to be back in the jungle. He decided to climb up into the higher branches of the trees near to the river, in the hope of spying some maidens from the local village bathing or washing their hair on the river bank. Unfortunately for Boy, there were not village maidens in sight, just a long expanse of empty river bank.

Moodily, Boy peered into the distance in the hope of seeing anything of interest. However, although Boy could not see anything which interested him, another pair of eyes, not far from him, certainly could!!

In the branches above boy, a mischievous young chimp was also looking at something it found interesting, which was Boy's small leather loincloth. The little primate was a highly intelligent creature and had been listening the last time Tarzan had lectured Boy, and recalled exactly what the older man had threatened to to to the careless blond youth if he lost yet another loincloth.

“That is the forth loincloth Boy have lost in a month!” the angry Jungle man had boomed “if Boy lose another one, Boy get a spanking him not ever forget!!”

As with many of the jungle animals, Boy had not endeared himself to the young chimp, as he had frequently shouted, thrown stones and been generally obnoxious to the the little animal. As such, there was little the little creature enjoyed more than watching his tormentor receiving a good hard spanking from the muscular lord of the jungle.

Moving stealthily, the little monkey crept through the branches towards Boy, who was still staring intently towards the river. Then, with one swift motion, while dangling from a branch it reached out, grabbed hold of Boy's loincloth and tugged.

Before Boy could react, the little chimp had snatched the loincloth, leaving him stark naked, and was scrambling quickly up through the branched, clutching it's prize and squawking gleefully.

“Give that back you little ...” snarled Boy swinging round and seeing the monkey quickly ascending trough the branches, occasionally looking back and seemingly waving the loincloth at him, as if taunting him.

Boy also remembered Tarzan's words, and was desperate not to receive another spanking from his mighty guardians leather like hands. He began climbing up the tree after the chimp, determined to retrieve his clothing.

Unlucky for Boy, he was many pounds heavier than the tiny animal, meanwhile the higher he climbed up the tree the thinner were the branches. While frantically attempting to catch the fleeing primate, he carelessly put too much of his weight on a thin and very fragile branch, which snapped beneath his feet.

 Temporarily unbalanced he lost his grip of another branch, and suddenly found himself hurtling through the air. Unable to fly, there was only one way that gravity was going to take him, and that was down.

  

As he tumbled through the air towards what seemed like certain death on the hard ground below, he fell through a cluster of thin whippy branches, which effectively whipped and caned his bare bottom as he crashed through them, yelling in pain “OWW! … OUCH! ….OOOOW!” as he did so.

Despite this further misfortune, there was some good luck, as the pursuit of the thieving monkey had take him to branches which were overhanging the river.

So, instead of hitting the hard ground, and suffering fatal injuries, his fall was broken by the water, into which he landed with a winding, but thankfully not bone shattering, SPLASH.

The fact that river was deep at this point, combined with the fact that boy entered it at some considerable speed, sending him plummeting into the depths below. Luckily, Boy was an excellent swimmer, however, he knew this stretch of the river was especially dangerous, and as his eyes became accustomed to the murky depth, he was immediately reminded why, by an ominous shape looming out of the distance. Old Snapper, the crocodile who ruled this part of the river, had long eyed the succulent Boy as a potential tasty meal and was swimming straight towards him.

Poor Boy, while distracted by the hungry prehistoric monster speeding through the water towards him, he failed to notice a, much smaller, but still unwelcome creature right behind him.

The electric eel was a temperamental little brute at the best of times, however, Boy's sudden kicking and struggling appearance in his domain, had interrupted is pursuit of an particularly appealing mate, and as a result, was now especially irritable. 

 

Hence the angry electric eel did what angry electric eels are prone to do, it let loose a powerful blast of electricity, aimed at the nearest target, which in this case happened to be Boy's bare white bottom.

The angry eel's fearsome tail landed squarely in the centre of boy's behind sending a surge of white hot electric current through his cheeks.

Boy's yell of pain was silenced by the water, but the stream of bubbles which came shooting out of his mouth told their own story. Boy's fit young body then responded with the speed of a torpedo, a combination of the natural sense of self preservation inspired by the approaching man eater, together with the searing fire in his bottom, inflicted by the grumpy electric eel, provided the impetus to shoot him into action, as he sped upwards towards the river surface, and out into the fresh air.

Leaping with the agility of a young frog, he launched himself out of the water. 

 

Moments later, the jungle inhabitants were presented with the somewhat comical image of a stark naked Boy clinging to an overhanging branch with his twig whipped and eel stung bare bottom hovering inches above the old crocodile's snapping jaws.

Luckily Boy was nothing if not agile, while still keeping out of range of the hungry Old Snapper he clambered down the branch until he was close enough to the river bank to hurl himself bodily towards it. Landing, teetering precariously on he edge, he was, at last back on dry ground and out of danger.

At least he was out of danger from the crocodile, however, Old Snapper was not the only jungle beast to present a threat to our handsome young hero. A loud and angry snorting sound caused Boy to spin round, only to see an angry long horned buffalo, which had just come to the river for a drink, looking at him with angry, with it's massive head lowered in a threatening manner.

The buffalo, a naturally aggressive and dangerous creature had been especially angered by the sight of Boy, who he recognized as the irritating brat who had previously driven it wild by firing pebbles at it, with a sling shot from the safety of being high in the trees.

Boy was not in the trees now, he was on the ground and very vulnerable, and the buffalo now saw his opportunity to gets its revenge on a long time tormentor. 

 

Realising the danger he was in Boy turned and ran towards the jungle, where he could find safety back in the trees, but to his horror the thundering sound of hoof beats behind him reminded him how fast an angry buffalo could move.

Before Boy reached the jungle's edge, the angry buffalo was upon him, it's huge, hard and bony forehead slamming into his already punished bottom with such force that it threw Boy off his feet, sending him flying through the air towards the trees and straight into a hole in the trunk of a large wild fig tree.

Initially dazed, it took Boy a few seconds to realise what had happened and that the upper part of his body was wedged into a small hollow in the tree trunk, with his bottom half and legs hanging on the outside. The hole in the trunk, which formed the entrance to the hollow in which Boy had been forcibly inserted was very narrow, so although the power of the buffalo's head butt had been sufficient to force him through the hole, he was now stuck and unable to squeeze back out.

He struggled and kicked, but to no avail, he was firmly trapped. Even Boy was bright enough to know he was in a serious predicament. Although through sheer luck, there were no nasty jungle creatures currently inhabiting the tree hollow, there were a large number of much larger and much more ferocious creatures on the outside, for which his exposed and vulnerable bottom and legs, would offer a tempting snack.

With mounting fear he strained to hear any noise in the surrounding jungle which might signal the approach of some hungry beast.

After what seemed like hours, but in reality was no more than 15 minutes, he did hear approaching footsteps, his young body tensed as he awaited any sound which would identify what fearsome creature was bearing down on him. It was with great relief, albeit tinged with trepidation that he recognized the voice which then boomed around the jungle.

It was the unfortunate Boy's guardian Tarzan, whom the mischievous little monkey had deliberately led back to Boy.

“BOY! What you doing?” Tarzan immediately recognized Boy's very familiar bare bottom “And where your loincloth?!!”

Boy attempted to respond and explain that the loincloth had been stolen by a chimpanzee, but the thick trunk of the tree muffled his voice, so that Tarzan only heard an inaudible gurgle. This only only served to anger him more

“Boy was warned what happen if he lose loincloth again!” roared Tarzan “Boy Not Listen …...... Boy listen now!!”

Tarzan would free Boy later, but first he would take full advantage of his ward's exposed position, with his tempting bare bottom in such a conveniently raised position, presenting the perfect target.

Tarzan had brought his newly whittled paddle with him, suspecting it would come in useful, and he intended to make use of it.

The little chimp shrieked with glee as the familiar sound of Tarzan's paddle whacking away at Boy's bare behind echoed through the jungle canopy. Throughout the deep jungle and surrounding savannah, the animals stopped to listen to the satisfying sound.

Boy was getting what he always deserved, everything was back to normal, and for a short while, life was good! 

Young Executive Training! - Fantasy Art by Mark

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Fantasy Art by Mark

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The Shaman's Revenge Part 17 (Part 2)

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!

TO BE CONTINUED

This update has also been posted to The New Sore Bottomed Guys site

 

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