By AlphaMetal

Day 2, Late Afternoon – Pretty Boy’s Fate, Part 1

Alpha released Pretty Boy’s hands from the eye-bolt on the wall and the slave removed the four rubber restraints from the boy’s wrists and ankles. The slave handed Pretty Boy a towel and he dried himself off.

Alpha led Pretty Boy from the shower room back into the room where the intake had taken place. Pretty Boy noticed the black wooden bondage table against one wall, the medical exam chair with stirrups in a corner, and the wall with steel rings and metal restraints at various location. He was naked and there were a lot of places he could be restrained for whatever was going to happen next.

Alpha led him toward the black wooden bondage table and Pretty Boy began to wonder what would be done to him. But instead of being motioned to climb onto the table he saw a folded set of clean prison scrubs and a clean pair of white boxers. Alpha pointed to the clothes and the boy got dressed.

Alpha roughly pulled the boy’s hands behind his back and Pretty Boy felt a pair of handcuffs applied to his wrists, and then Alpha and the slave led the boy out of the intake room and into the room where he sat on the floor when he was first brought to the camp. That just yesterday, Pretty Boy reflected with in amazement.

The slave laid a pair of clean flip-flops on the floor and pointed to Pretty Boy’s feet, motioning for him to put on the flips. Pretty Boy looked at the slave with confusion; the Commander had said he was going to barefoot his whole time at the camp. The slave looked at Pretty Boy and said, “It’s to keep your feet clean as you walk outside.”

The word “outside” sent chills through Pretty Boy. He remembered the outdoor flogging frame and he knew he couldn’t take even the ten lashes given to Wrestler, let alone being flogged like the Colonel. But he had avoided the flogging yesterday and they would more than make up for it now, he thought.

Pretty Boy thought he was going to piss right there in his scrubs. He had needed to piss during the enema but he was afraid of how Alpha might react so he held it in. Now he thought to himself that he could have pissed while he was being hosed down and maybe Alpha wouldn’t have noticed, and he was sorry he didn’t think of it at the time because if he didn’t piss his pants right now he was surely going to piss himself when they attached him to the frame.

Pretty Boy slipped his feet into the flip-flops and Alpha led him out the door and toward the flogging frame with Pretty Boy’s legs wobbling, not quite like jelly yet but close.

But when they walked past the frame it was clear that wasn’t his destination. Pretty Boy was instantly relieved but almost as quickly terrified; this was going to be something worse than a flogging. The group kept walking and got to a chain link fence that separated another area of the camp and walked through the gate.

This new area looked completely different from the rest of the camp. Instead of dirt there was neatly cut green grass with small shrubs and he saw beds of flowers. Where were they??

Pretty Boy saw a guy in dirty jeans bent over and weeding one of the flower beds. The gardener stood up to look at the group as it passed and Pretty Boy did a double-take; the guy looked like a redneck but a fucking gorgeous redneck, with a strong face covered with dark scruff, a dirty baseball cap that looked sexy as hell, and a powerful body outlined in a dirty t-shirt. For a half second Pretty Boy forgot what was going on and felt his cock begin to stir, but as he kept walking he remembered the situation and started worrying again about what was going to happen to him when they got to their destination.

Pretty Boy saw a line of brand new and sparkling clean trailer homes that clearly has nothing to do with an old boy scout camp and thought, where are we??

They got to one of the trailers and Alpha knocked on the door. The door opened and it was Pretty Boy’s Master! The boy felt a surge of relief. Whatever punishment he was going to receive would be easier with this man there to comfort him.

The Master said to Pretty Boy in a loving voice, “come in, son,” and the boy entered the trailer. They were alone.

To be continued …

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