The Warehouse, Chapter 3: Jack meets Slick
Jack looked down at his cock, and finally realized his life was now just another asset owned by the strange man called Mike. Slowly, all his muscles relaxed, and he was somehow at peace.
Bull stood silently, watching Jack's defeat.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Bull said, "This is Slick. He's going to get you cleaned out."
Jack didn't understand what "cleaned out" meant. Slick pulled up Jack's head by his hair, got right into his face, and said, "Let's get this done. Keep quiet, do what you're told, and it'll be over in no time. Fuck around, and I will make it very painful. Your choice."
Jack was still in somewhat of a daze. He did notice one thing, however. When Slick was a couple of inches away from his face, he noticed something odd. Slick had a short gray goatee, but there was absolutely no sign of any other hair on his face. No stubble. Nothing. Slick let go of his hair, and Jack looked down on Slick's uniform, identical to Bull's--a black jockstrap. Jack wondered if Slick had any hair under it, but guessed not. Slick's legs were as smooth as his head. "I know how Slick got his name," he thought to himself. Before he could let the last few moments sink in, Bull unhooked him from the post, and said, "See the black X over in the corner? Down on your knees over the X."
Jack didn't have any fight in him, and did as she was told. After he shuffled over to the mark, he wondered for a second how he was supposed to descend to his knees with his hands still bound behind him, and his feet chained closely together. Before he could think of something, Bull and Slick grabbed his upper arms and lowered him roughly to the concrete. Then, while Bull continued to hold his arm, Slick quickly unfastened Jack's legs, and refastened the leather cuffs to eyebolts coming out of the floor. Slick then unfastened the wrist cuffs, and working together in a single, seamless motion, grabbed Jacks wrist cuffs and fastened them to the eyebolts in front of Jack.
"On your elbows, ass high in the air!" shouted Slick. Jack quickly complied. He heard something rolling over behind him. He heard the snap of latex gloves being put on. Then, he felt something being pushed into his ass. He involuntarily clamped down on it. Slick yelled, "It's up to you how painful this is going to be."
Slick slapped Jack's ass a few times, and said, "Now, bear down, and let me slide the nozzle in."
Jack finally figured out what was happening. Slick was giving him an enema! He had one once as a child, after he had surgery to repair a hernia. He thought it was pretty gross then, and was sure this was not going to be any better. Slick slid the nozzle into place. Jack was relieved how little discomfort it caused. Then he heard a strange whooshing sound. It sounded like a blood pressure cuff being inflated. Then he felt a pain. Whatever Slick had shoved into his asshole was getting bigger. Lots bigger. Jack shouted, "Oh, god, it hurts. Stop!"
Slick stopped, walked away, then returned a few seconds later, still standing behind Jack. Suddenly, Jack heard a swoosh, and felt an awful pain in his cock and balls. He screamed. Slick walked around, grabbed Jack by the hair, and waved something in his face. It looked like a bunch of leather shoestrings tied together.
"This is a flogger. The next time I hear a sound out of you, I'm going to gag you, then use it on your balls, ass, and back until you LEARN TO BEHAVE!
"Now keep still, keep quiet, and let me do my job. Do you really think I enjoy handling your hairy ass, you stupid ape?"
From the other side of the room, Jack heard Bull say, "Actually he does enjoy it. Almost as much as he enjoys whipping people. Fight him! Give him what wants. Let him whip you until you bleed!"
Jack took a deep breath, then held it. He knew being a sold puck was going to be horrible, but he just couldn't take in the enormity of what was happening. He heard the sound of the nozzle being pumped up more. He felt the pain, but was determined not to scream out again. Then, the noise stopped. He heard Slick shuffling around behind him, then felt a cold rush of liquid enter his ass. God, did it hurt! After a bit, the liquid seemed to stop flowing. Slick reached around, and started massaging his belly.
"You've got another quart to go, ape man. Suck it in!"
Jack began having stomach cramps. He wanted to shout, but refused to give Slick a reason to beat him. As Slick massaged Jack, the liquid began flowing again. The cramps became worse. Slick rocked Jack back and forth. Jack felt like he was being fucked by some terrible machine. Finally, the flow stopped. Slick slapped Jack on the ass, and said, "now, let's let the soap do it's job."
With that comment, Slick walked away. Jack heard the door open, saw the lights go out, and heard the door close. He was alone in the dark, chained to a cold concrete floor, his guts full of cold liquid. He began to shiver. Then he began to cry, Then he was sobbing. He started to fall on his side, but, being chained so closely to the floor, he couldn't.
Jack crouched on his elbows and knees, and tried to will the cramps to stop. They didn't. Still sobbing, he silently prayed to god to just let him die.
Apparently, god had other plans for Jack.