The door opened, and the lights came on. Jack had no idea how long he had been left there. He didn't know when he arrived at the Training Center. Was it an hour ago? A day ago? When was he purchased? This morning? Yesterday? Last week? Time no longer had any meaning for Jack. If he could gain some small point of reference, he could deal with what was happening to him.
Pain was the only constant. His elbows and knees hurt from being on the cold concrete. His belly was distended from the water, or whatever it was, that had been forced into his gut. His asshole was filled with some sort of horrific device. Jack was exhausted, thirsty, and more frightened than he had ever been.
He heard someone come up behind him. It was Slick.
"The soap should have done its job by now. I'm going to pull out the nozzle, and you're going to keep your asshole clamped down until I tell you to let loose. If you spray anything on me, I'll whip you until you wish you were dead."
Too late for that, Jack thought. That time had already come. Was Slick going to pull out that thing in his ass without deflating it? Jack was relieved to hear the hiss of escaping air, and did his best to keep his asshole closed while the nozzle was pulled out. He felt liquid running down his legs, but didn't hear Slick complain. Slick walked around him, grabbed his hair yet again and said, "You're full of shit. Let it out!"
With that, Jack let go. It felt like he was spraying his shit twenty feet across the room! The flow stopped. Slick just stood there, while Jack stared at Slick's boots. Then, Slick bent over, grabbed Jack's belly, and started massaging it roughly. Jack heard a rumble come from deep within him, and suddenly more vile liquid started shooting out. Slick pulled Jack's head up, spat on him, and yelled, "Pucks come in, full of shit, and it's my job to clean them out. That was the wash. Now comes the rinse cycle."
With that, Slick stood back, and suddenly Jack was being hosed down with cold water. His head dropped to the floor. The cold water shower stopped. Something different was shoved up his ass, and cold water began filling him again. The nozzle was removed. He shat out a stream of water. The cold water shower began again. Like the instructions on a bottle of shampoo, it was "lather, rinse, repeat." Jack lost count of the number of times his gut was filled up and emptied. He was shivering from the icy water, both inside and out. He couldn't lift his head off the cold floor. Jack didn't hear Slick leave the room; all he could hear was his own gasping for air. He was so cold! At least the ordeal was over, or so he hoped. Jack's world had been reduced to the pain of the moment. The future was inconceivable, and he desperately tried not to think about the past.
Slowly, he caught his breath, but couldn't stop shivering. He heard footsteps coming from behind. Oh sweet jesus, what was next? Jack never could have imagined in his worst nightmares what had just happened, but there was no way things could get worse, was there? Stupid question. Of course it was going to get worse. Jack was a purchased puck. Anything could, and would, be done to him. All his life he had been called an animal. Now, he was one.
As he trembled with both cold and fear, he felt a warm towel on his back. Someone was drying him off. The towel felt so good! He heard a voice. Was it Bull?
"Slick got you cleaned out. Now let's dry you off and get you properly groomed."
Jack shuddered for a moment. What did "properly groomed" mean? Then Bull took a fresh warm towel, and dried Jack's head. Bull looked so menacing, yet could be so kind and gentle. Jack heard someone gasping for air, then realized the sound was coming from him. Bull continued to dry him off, using several more heated towels. Then, Bull wrapped a fresh warm towel around the top of Jack's head, took another huge towel and tied it around his waist, then took a third towel, draped it over Jack's back, then wrapped the towel around his chest and held him in a bear hug.
"Thank you..."
"Be quiet," Bull whispered. "You need to learn not to speak unless spoken to. The sooner you learn to hold your tongue, the fewer beatings you'll have. Noisy pucks get their vocal cords cut. Do you want that to happen?"
"No, sir."
"That's correct. Only speak when you are asked a question. You'll survive this. The Warehouse is your home, and you can even grow to be happy here, if you behave.
"Now, it's time for your grooming. Let me explain how it's going to work. Master Mike likes his men with shaved cocks and balls, as well as trimmed pubes, to show off their equipment. You'll never have to do it yourself; that's what the grooms are for. You've got a lush head of hair, and the Master will probably let you keep it. You look good clean-shaven, so Master will probably keep you that way as well. So far as your body hair is concerned, you look like a fuckin' gorilla, and that's a good thing here. Master Mike likes his men hairy. You have the potential to be very successful. Don't fuck it up."
"No, sir."
"Learn to shut the fuck up! What's wrong with you? Were you asked a question?"
"No, sir."
"Then why did you speak?"
"I don't know, sir."
"You've got that right. You don't know. You don't understand what the reality of the situation is. I hope you learn before you're sold off to a mining company and have your balls cut off."
Bull never released his bear hug on Jack. Bull held him quietly for several moments, then whispered, "I'm going to unhook your wrists from the floor. You are to immediately put your hands behind your head. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
Then I'm going to help you stand, wrap a robe around you to keep you warm, and fetch a groom to get you prepared for the Master's review. Are you ready?"
"Thank you sir."
With that, Jack's wrists were unbound from the floor, he quickly put his hands behind his head, and the cuffs were fastened together. Bull bent down and grabbed Jack around the chest, and stopped for a moment. He didn't say a word. He just held Jack again. Bull leaned over close to Jack's ear.
"Master Mike bought you because you have an incredible pelt. Be proud you're a big gorilla. At The Warehouse, it will take you far.
"Stand up. I'll fetch a groom."
With that, Bull lifted Jack up onto his feet. Of course, Jack's ankles were still firmly attached to the floor, so there was no point in putting up a fight. Nor did Jack want to struggle. Bull was trying to help him. Bull walked around and gently tied the robe around Jack's waist, then brushed his hand against Jack's cheek.
"Don't go anywhere. You'll be ready for inspection in no time," he said softly.