By AlphaMetal

Day 2, Afternoon – Pretty Boy is Prepared

The Commander, Alpha, and the slaveboy stood over the cot where Pretty Boy lay shackled and the Commander said to the slave, “Get him ready.”

“Yes, Sir,” replied the slave, and the Commander and Alpha began to walk away.

When the men were gone Pretty Boy looked up the the slave and whispered quietly, “help me.”

The slave looked into the boy’s eyes and walked away.

A minute later the slave returned holding a set of four restraints made of rubber and attached one to Pretty Boy’s left wrist. As the slave began attaching the next restraint to Pretty Boy’s other wrist the boy said to the slave, “Help me. Please.” The slave looked deep into Pretty Boy’s eyes, paused, and quietly said to him, “All you need to do here to be treated well is obey. I learned that lesson. And so will you.” The slave attached the rubber ankle restraints to Pretty Boy’s feet and went to tell Alpha that it had been done.

Alpha returned and released Pretty Boy’s wrists from the metal shackles and handcuffed them together while his legs were still shackled to the cot. Then Alpha opened the cuffs on his ankles and gestured with his head that Pretty Boy should stand up. Pretty Boy stood up and Alpha put his massive hand on the back of his neck. Alpha was not holding his neck gently, the way he had when he guided him to the chair for his buzz cut; at that point Pretty Boy still had a choice between Alpha’s carrot and his stick but he gave that up when he defied the Commander’s order to strip for his flogging. Alpha grabbed him roughly by the neck and shoved him out of the dormitory and into the shower room.

The Commander was waiting in the doorway of the shower room and Alpha shoved Pretty Boy against the wall under one of the shower heads. Alpha shoved the boy hard; he pressed one hand on the side of Pretty Boy’s head so his cheek was flat against the shower room wall and pressed the other into the boy’s back so that he could barely breathe against the wall, and then Alpha’s boots kicked the boy’s legs wide apart and held them that way. Alpha was massive and Pretty Boy couldn’t move an inch.

Alpha held Pretty Boy against the wall like that for almost two minutes to remind the twink how much power Alpha had over him. Then Alpha spun him around, shoved his back against the wall, and looked into his eyes. Alpha saw that the boy had gotten the message and would not resist in any way.

Alpha uncuffed Pretty Boy’s hands and spun him around once more to face the wall. He pulled the boy’s arms up toward the shower head and quickly attached his two rubber wrist restraints to each other and to the metal rung under the shower head with a strong zip tie. Pretty Boy felt his legs kicked apart once again and felt someone attach his rubber ankle restraints to a spreader bar as Alpha kept him pressed against the wall. Then he felt a blindfold placed over his eyes and buckled behind his head.

And then nothing. Pretty Boy was left alone attached to the wall, with his legs wide apart in a spreader bar, wondering what was going to happen to him.

Pretty Boy wasn’t sure how much time passed before he heard large and heavy boots approaching him but soon after hearing the footsteps he felt a large finger shoved roughly into his asshole.

He realized that someone – probably Alpha — was lubing his hole. Pretty Boy hadn’t see Alpha’s cock erect but the bodybuilder’s dick was so huge even when soft that Pretty Boy winced at the thought of what was going to happen to him next. And from the way Alpha had grabbed his neck and shoved him into the shower room wall, Pretty Boy knew Alpha was not going to be gentle.

Pretty Boy tried to prepare himself mentally for what was about to happen. He felt a pressure against his hole and knew he was about to feel pain. But instead of pain he felt the pleasing sensation of a something very slim being gently slid inside him.

He didn’t know what it was until he felt himself getting filled up and then realized his hole was being filled with water.

More and more water filled his insides and he heard the slave say – almost sympathetically – “you really should hold it.”

The water kept filling Pretty Boy’s body until he thought he was going to burst. He felt himself going into a cold sweat and was desperate to release to water but he heard the slave say more firmly, “You REALLY should hold it.”

Pretty Boy clenched his teeth and clenched his ass. He was already terrified of whatever punishment awaited him and did not know how Alpha would react if he released the water without permission. His guts were cramping and he would have given anything to expel the water but he clenched his teeth hard and his ass even harder.

Finally he heard the slave’s voice from the other side of the room – the slave had obviously walked far away – tell him to “let it go” and the dirty water flowed out his ass; he felt the greatest sense of relief he could remember.

Pretty Boy was still cramping but it was nothing like before he released the water. Then Pretty Boy felt the slave’s small hands pull his ass checks apart and insert the tube once again. Pretty Boy winced as he was filled up with water again but his wrists were firmly attached to the eye bolt and his ankles were held wide apart by the spreader bar and there was nothing he could do to stop the invasion of his body. He felt his insides getting large again, and the same sequence he had just gone through was repeated.

And then it was repeated again.

Pretty Boy was exhausted and dreaded the thought of a fourth cleansing when he heard the slave say the words, “He’s clean.”

The blindfold was removed and Pretty Boy’ eyes adjusted to the light. The slave removed the spreader bar from his ankles and turned him around to face the room. Pretty Boy saw Alpha point the hose at him and felt a spray of water over his body. The slaveboy came up and soaped up the front of his body, his crotch, and his legs and then stood back while Alpha hosed off the soap. Alpha make a circling motion with his finger and Pretty Boy knew that he needed to turn around to face the wall. He felt the slave wash his back, spending a lot of time soaping the crack of his ass.

Pretty Boy’s arms were beginning to hurt from being restrained above his head to the ring in the wall and as he began to flex to get some relief he felt the broad spray from the hose rinse the soap from his back and legs. Then he felt a hard stream of water aimed at his ass, hard enough that the water itself separated his ass cheeks and attacked his hole.

The boy felt a slim tube of some kind inserted in his hole and felt some kind of lube being injected.

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.