By AlphaMetal

Day 2, Late Morning – Recovery and Fear

Pretty Boy lay naked and shackled to the cot in four-point restraints and wondered what would happen to him next. He couldn’t stop remembering the flash of fire in the Commander’s eyes when he hesitated to strip and the Commander’s speech about how hesitation would lead to punishment, and as he lay on his back chained to the cot he was afraid.

The slave told the three other boys they could relax and he suggested that the badly flogged Colonel could sit on his cot. The slave gently pulled off the Colonel’s top, being careful to hold the fabric away from his red welted skin, and told the Colonel sweetly, “I will be right back.”

The slave returned in a moment with a tube of aloe vera gel and told the Colonel to lay on his stomach and relax. The slave kneeled at the side of the cot and began carefully spreading the cooling gel on the Colonel’s red back with sweet, tender motions. The Colonel let out his first real sound in a while; a moan of relief and gratitude.

After a while the Colonel tilted his head toward the pretty young slave; his small chain collar looked good against the smoothness of his thin neck and his deep blue eyes radiated kindness. The Colonel stared deeply in the slave’s eyes and the slave returned the look. The Colonel looked at the blush of red on the young boy’s cheeks and at the slave’s soft red lips; under any other circumstances the Colonel would have taken that sweet face in his fatherly hands and kiss the boy’s mouth deeply.

He would have allowed the boy to lay on his back and wrap his legs around the older man so he could enter him and make love to him. And somehow it seemed that the Colonel and the slave had that same image in their minds as they looked into each other’s eyes. The slave could think of nothing better than to lay back and allow this strong man to enter him, and they continued looking into each other’s eyes for a long moment but both knew it could not happen. The slave gave the Colonel a smile so sweet it melted the Colonel’s heart and then put the tube of aloe gel into the Colonel’s strong hand and silently walked out of the dormitory, looking with sympathy at Pretty Boy who was shackled naked on his cot.

The Colonel gave the tube of aloe gel to Wrestler, whose back was also red from his flogging, and lay on his stomach with his shirt off and dozed, allowing the aloe to cool his back.

Wrestler handed the aloe to Cody with a look like Cody was a servant who was expected to soothe his back. Wrestler took off his top and turned his back so that Cody could apply the gel. Cody rolled his eyes at the jock’s arrogance but still felt his cock harden at the chance to rub his hands on Wrestler’s body. Cody squeezed aloe on his hands and spread it over the red areas on Wrestler’s broad back, feeling the hardness of Wrestler’s muscles while he applied the gel. Cody could tell the gel was cooling Wrestler’s back but Wrestler made no sound or gesture to thank him.

There was no redness on Wrestler’s neck or shoulders but Cody began to massage the jock’s traps and delts with the gel anyway, enjoying the hardness of his muscles. Cody leaned closer and smelled the musky sweat from the jock’s armpits and closed his eyes and inhaled it like a drug. He tried to keep his hands moving so Wrestler would not know what he was doing but it was hard to keep them moving smoothly while he was so overcome with a scent that smelled like sex. Cody’s cock was hard and he could tell the backrub felt good to Wrestler, and he hoped that Wrestler was getting excited also.

Cody had his eyes closed, breathing Wrestler’s sweat and wondering if the jock was getting excited from the backrub, but he was brought back to life by the slave’s voice telling them it was time for lunch and that Wrestler needed to put his shirt back on. Cody gestured toward at the Colonel, who was fast sleep on his stomach, and the slave smiled and said, “Don’t worry about him, I will bring him something.”

Wrestler stood up and pulled on his shirt and while it was over his face Cody looked at Wrestler’s crotch, but he didn’t see the bulge he was hoping for.

The two boys followed the slave to the other room and saw three plates of sandwiches and three cans of diet coke. Wrestler and Cody began to eat their sandwiches and the slave carried the third plate and coke into the dormitory. The Colonel was still asleep and the slaveboy decided to let him rest some more; he placed the sandwich and coke on the floor and went to get something for Pretty Boy.

Pretty Boy’s eyes widened as the young slave got close to his shackled body. The slave knelt by his cot and put a water bottle up to the boy’s lips so he could drink, and then unwrapped a small protein bar and slid it halfway into the boy’s mouth so he could bite off a piece. Pretty Boy chewed and swallowed and the young slave gave him another drink of water, and then let him eat the rest of the bar and gave him more water.

Pretty Boy was looking into the slave’s eyes with a look of terror and the young slave felt such sympathy that he brushed the back of his hand against Pretty Boy’s cheek to comfort him. Pretty Boy opened his mouth and whispered, “What will they do to me?”

The slaveboy got up without responding and walked over to the Colonel, who was still sleeping on his stomach. The slave got on one knee by the cot and touched the Colonel’s hand, then ran his hand up the Colonel’s arm, and when that didn’t wake him he touched the older man’s forehead and the Colonel opened his eyes. The slaveboy whispered, “It’s time to have some lunch. Let me help you.” The Colonel sat up and the slave got on both knees and handed the plate up to the Colonel like he was making an offering. The slave smiled at the Colonel who smiled back and began eating.

The slave walked over to Wrestler’s cot to retrieve the tube of aloe and applied more gel to the Colonel’s back as he ate his sandwich. “You’re going to need to put your shirt back on in a few minutes,” the slave said almost apologetically, and the Colonel nodded.

The slave went back to the room where Wrestler and Cody were eating to tell them they had just a few more minutes and to retrieve an empty bottle from a cabinet. It was one of those old glass milk bottles with a large mouth at the top.

The slave carried the bottle to the cot where Pretty Boy was shackled and put it between Pretty Boy’s legs and guided the boy’s soft penis into the mouth of the bottle. Pretty Boy understood why the bottle was there and gently shook his head as if saying “no” but then his urine began to fill the bottle. Pretty Boy lay limp with resignation at what the bottle meant; he was going to be shackled to this cot for a long time. The slave looked into Pretty Boy’s eyes; they were the saddest eyes he had ever seen.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank the author, AlphaMetal, for this story which is copyright © 2020 by AlphaMetal@protonmail.com and is used here with permission. You can contact the author directly at AlphaMetal@Protonmail.com or find him on Recon under screen name AlphaMetal.