WARNING: This portion of this story contains scatological activities. If these offend you, you might consider juming ahead to Part 9.
It was the next day. The "rest" period. The hour between lunch meal and afternoon class or gym, depending on the day. All residents were confined to their rooms during rest period unless they had a pass to the doctor or the administrative offices.
Kenny waited for either Ashton or Rivers to pass by the room. He needed to take a _s_h_i_t_ and had held off since morning. But now his gut was cramping and he knew he could hold it not much longer. If he used the toilet in the room, he took a chance of Rivers or Ashton catching him on the pot and even if they didn't catch him, they would be wondering why he hadn't had a dump for so long. So...
Ashton walked by the room a few minutes into the period and looked in through the glass window in the door. He unlocked and opened the door.
"How are you feeling, Bronson," he said. Kenny stood up from his bed immediately. Wilkes stayed on his since he hadn't been addressed.
Guard Ashton, I need to take a dump, sir." Kenny said, blushing as he spoke. A large grin spread across Ashton's face.
"I figured as much. Come with me. We'll have some fun." Ashton held the door as Kenny walked out into the hall. "To the left," Ashton said as he closed and locked the door. "Straight down the hall." Ashton kept a step behind Kenny until they reached the end of the hallway directly across from the floor's guard station. "Two comin' through," Ashton called to the young guard at the station who reached below the desk and pressed a button. A loud buzz indicated that the hallway door was unlocked and Ashton pushed it open allowing Kenny to pass through. "In there," Ashton said pointing to a door with a sign on it saying: LATRINE -- GUARDS ONLY. Below this sign was another with the symbol indicating that the room had a closed-circuit tv camera. "I wouldn't pay too much attention, Mitch," Ashton said to the young looking guard. "This one will be well behaved. Keep everyone out." The guard named Mitch glanced up at one of the many monitors above his desk.
"Right," he said. "Take your time."
Once inside Kenny looked around. It was a large room with a shower stall, a wash basin, toilet, a urinal and a row of lockers. There was an outside window, high up on the wall, barred, of course. Kenny saw the tv camera in the cieling.
"Why are we here, Bronson?" Ashton asked.
"I got to take a _s_h_i_t_, sir." Kenny said.
"Right," Ashton said. He opened one of the lockers and removed a roll of brown-colored toilet paper, the same kind supplied to the resident rooms. Course, strong institutional toilet paper. He also took out a paddle much like the one he carried on the hall and in the shower locker room. "Right," Ashton said again. "Strip to you underpants." Kenny took his shoes, socks, trousers, shirts and undershirt off, putting everything on the floor, neatly. Ashton looked at Kenny with a slight smile. "Tell me again."
"I got to _s_h_i_t_, Guard Ashton, sir."
Ashton walked to the toilet stall and pushed the door open. "In here. You get to use the pot today." Kenny walked inside. Ashton took the short piece of rope attatched to the slide latch on the door and hooked it over a hook in the wall. This held the door open. "Pants down and bend over and spread 'em." Kenny turned with his back to Ashton, slid his briefs to the floor then bent over reaching back to pull his buttocks apart. "Say it again," Ashton said.
"I got to _s_h_i_t_, sir." Kenny said from his bent position.
"Show me," Ashton said.
"Sir??" Kenny said.
"Show me you got to _s_h_i_t_, Bronson. Show me how full you ass is. Open that hole of yours just enough to show me." Kenny strained a little to force his anus partially open. "Hold it right there, Bronson." Kenny pushed outward just hard enough to keep his anus opened to about the size of a dime.
"Okay, good. Now relax. Sit on the pot." Kenny relaxed and allowed his anus to close tightly. He stood and started to turn around. "No, no, no, newbie," Ashton said with mock impatience, "face the wall and straddle it, ass to me." Kenny awkwardly mounted the toilet backwards leaning his arms on the tank and resting his head against the wall. "Raise you ass up off the seat." Ashton said. Kenny arched his back to cause his butt to lift off the seat a litte more than it already was. This had the effect of making his anus fully visible to Ashton. "Okay, show me again -- just enough to show me what you got in there, newbie."
Kenny found it difficult to force his anus open from this position. He had to really press outward hard since he was not in a normal seated, squat position. He pushed and felt his anus slowly open. "Right there, Bronson," Ashton said. "Now hold it right there." Again, Kenny locked his abdominal muscles and held his anus frozen in its partially dilated condition. "Okay," Ashton finally said, "That's enough. Go ahead, dump it, Bronson. Get rid of that nasty body waste." Kenny had difficulty pushing his anus open enough to allow the hard turd inside to pass through.
"I can't from this position," Kenny said after a prolonged attempt, his face turning red with the effort, perspiration forming on his upper lip in the cramped toilet stall with Ashton hovering behind him.
"Keep trying, Bronson," Ashton hissed at him softly. "We're running short of time so push. I enjoy watching you, newbie. And you don't enjoy that so do it."
Ashton was right, Kenny thought. He did not enjoy Ashton watching and he wanted to bring this humiliation to a close. He took a deep breath and made one final push and the turd slid out of his ass and into the toilet directly below. It was a long, fat, firm looking turd. Ashton watched as Kenny's asshole quickly shut tight. "Flush it, Bronson," he said. Kenny found the handle and flushed the toilet still holding his awkward position. "Feel better, Bronson?"
"Yes, Guard Ashton."
"Good. Just keep your position," Ashton said and moved closer to Kenny. Kenny jumped slightly as he felt Ashton's fingertips brush across his shoulders. Ashton lowered his voice almost to a whisper. "That was a good job, newbie. A very good effort. I like watching healthy young men such as yourself clean themselves of nasty body waste." Ashton was whispering in Kenny's ear now. Kenny had a difficult time not physically recoiling from Ashton's intimatre touch and his soft low, almost friendly voice was way out of character. "Does that surprise you Newbie Bronson? That I enjoy watching you?"
"Yes, Guard Ashton."
"Well, no harm done is there?" Ashton whispered in Kenny's ear. Kenny closed his eyes as he felt Ashton move his fingertips up and down his naked back. "You take a dump most everyday anyway, right? Why not in here in front of me instead of in your room with your roommate watching? What difference does it make? Right?"
"I guess so, Guard Ashton," Kenny wanted this to be over with as soon as possiblr so he decided to go along, to play Ashton's game. And really, he had little choice. Ashton was physically larger then Kenny, twice Kenny's age. He had a uniform of authority on. Ashton had everything in his favor, not the least of which was power over Kenny; power even to humiliate him in this way.
Ashton's fingertips were now gently brushing across Kenn'y well-exposed buttocks. "And, you know, Bronson," Ashton continued softly in a sickenly friendly tone of voice, "you know, it's time you learned the facts of life around here. I could make your stay a lot easier, a lot easier. You do me a favors, I do you a favors. Understand?"
"Not quite, Guard Ashton," Kenny said on the verge of asking Ashton to take his fingers off his body butt.
"Oh, yes, Bronson," Ashton continued. "Yes, indeed. You didn't think you could do me a favor did you? But you can. Many favors, like these potty visits. You continue to give me nice big dumps like just now and I'll consider it a favor."
"Do I have a choice, Guard Ashton?" Kenny asked getting more and more pissed at his situation.
"Now, now, Bronson, I'm really disappointed. I"m trying to do you a favor and you talk like that. Guess that means you don't want my favors. That's okay. I'll give you a few more trip in here to change tour mind. Meantime, we'll do it the hard way." Ashton suddenly stood full upright and took a step backwards. His voice became hard again.
"Wipe yourself, newbie!" Ashton almost yelled and handed Kenny the roll of toilet paper. "Wipe!" Kenny unrolled a length of paper and awkwardly reached back to wipe his anus. "Wipe hard, Newbie Bronson," Ashton said. "Drop it in the water and wipe again." Kenny unrolled another length of the coarse paper and wiped across his anus again. "Real clean, Bronson, real clean." Kenny wiped again and then again. "Here, Bronson, let me help you," Ashton said unrolling a long piece and folding it several times. He rubbed it back and forth across Kenn'y already sore anus. He rubbed harder and harder and kept rubbing. "Like this, newbie," he said taking a new piece and rubbing again. "Amazing, isn't it, Bronson, how toilet paper can feel like sandpaper after a while. But, you see, you wanted no favors from me and one favor I couls offer is allowing you to clean yourself after thes little _s_h_i_t_! sessions." Ashton yelled the word into Kenny's ear. Ashton reached over Kenny's arm and flushed the toilet. "We've just started, Bronson," Aston said pulling off yet another length of paper and rubbing hard on and around Kenny's anus. "Like it newbie? Got to be nice and clean. Nice...and...clean. Now stand up and turn around."
Kenny stood and turned. His face was red with a mixture of anger and humiliation. Ashton flushed the toilet once again. He stepped backwards out of the stall. "Now let's see what other favors I might be able to NOT do for you, Bronson. Out here!" Kenny quickly stood where Ashton was pointing with the paddle he had just picked up fron on top of the wash basin. "Turn around and bend over, newbie." Kenny turned and put his hands on his knees. "No, no, newbie," Ashton said, "grab those ankles." Kenny reached down and held his ankles tightly. "Another favor I could do for you, Bronson, is to not paddle you after your little dumps in here. But, no, Newbie Bronson wants no favors." Ashton brought the paddle back quickly and just as quickly brought it forward on Kenny's bare butt, hard.
"Oh _s_h_i_t_!" Kenny, yelled and started to stand up.
"No you don't, Bronson, hold your position." The paddle landed hard low on Kenny's butt. The sound echoed in the room loudly. Then another hard swat to both cheeks, then another and another. Kenny was squirming as much as he dared. The pain was very quickly becoming unbearable. "Unfortunately, we don't have a ot of time, Bronson, or I'd give you a couple of hard ones. But," Ashton said as he replaced the paddle in the locker and removed a bottle of after shave lotion, "we need to get you to class formation in ten minutes." Ashton unscrewed the top from the bottle of after shave and poured a puddle into his palm. He slowly walked up to Kenny's rear. "We need to make you smell real good now, Bronson. Hold that position." Ashton splashed the lotion inbetween Kenny's buttocks and quickly rubbed it into the skin.
"Awwwlllllll....jesus....!!" Kenny felt the intense sting of the alcohol in the lotion against the raw, abraded skin around his anus. If anything the sting got worse. "Ahhhhhlll..ahhhll.._s_h_i_t_!"
"Now, stand up!" Ashton said as he gave Kenny's butt a slap with his open hand. Standing only intensified the sting ten fold as the standing position brought the tender insides of Kenny's buttocks together tightly. Kenny instinctively reached back and pulled his buttocks apart to lessen the pain.
"Oh, no, Bronson," Ashton said, "hands on the back of you head...NOW!" Kenny quickly put his hands on the back of his head. Ashton poured another pool of lotion in his hand and quickly jammed his hand between Kenny's buttocks rubbing the lotion hard into the tender skin.
"Awwwlll," Kenny said. "Okay, Bronson, now you can reach down and spread 'em if you want." Kenny immediately pulled his buttocks as far apart as he could to lessen the intense sting. After a few moments the pain lessened.
"Get dressed Bronson." Ashton put the shaving lotion back in the locker and slammed the door as loud as he could. "And think of two things -- no three things; think of three things this afternoon, Bronson. One: Next time I may get careless and accidentally splash a little after shave onto your balls. I'll enjoy watching you hop around the floor like a chicken on hot pavement. Two: It will be a little uncomfortable walking around this afternoon with you ass cheeks rubbing together and Three: I'll be in to visit you tonight just to make sure your ass stays as clean as it is right now." Kenny was just finishing tying his shoes. "Now let's get going," Ashton said. He stood in front of the bathroom door, blocking Kenny's exit.
"Listen to me, Bronson. I control the Punishment Tours. I can see that your number gets called a lot or not so often. I control room assignments. I can put you in a room with someone nowhere near as friendly as Wilkes. I can turn my head and pretend I don't see certain things or I can watch your every move. I can instruct Rivers and the other three guards on this floor to pretty much ignore you or I can tell them to make your day-to-day life pretty unpleasant. I don't give every resident this opportunity; the opportunity to play along and make things easier. It's good to have me on your side, so to speak. Think about it, Bronson."
They left the guard's bathroom quickly with Kenny walking a little strangely. In less than a minute, Kenny was standing in front of his room.
"We'll do this again sometime soon, Bronson," Ashton said, smiling. "Just let me know. Do you understand my meaning?
"Yes, sir, Guard Ashton." Kenny was near tears.