That night the Bear, whose nickname was BJ because that's how he
expected his subs to greet him: on their knees with their jaws hanging
open, bagged three pussyboy regulars. The cubs were cute, but he
wanted something new to break. He drained the remainder of the Johnny
Walker he had in his locker, dressed and staggered home.
"Fursht shtop the toilet," he muttered staggering up to the porcelain
bowl he started to piss, but strangely the sound of water splashing
was absent even as he bladder spread relief through his body. He
looked down at his piss soaked jockstrap and the puddle of urine
spreading around his feet and cursed, "Damn jockstrap, fergit to takes
it off!"
He staggered into the shower and let the water course over his body,
jockstrap and all. It must've been an hour later, he woke with a
start. He was leaning against the wall of the shower and the water
had turned cold. He turned off the water and chuckled to himself. If
the water was cold at 5 AM, then the other tenants would be taking
cold showers this morning too. Then he looked down at his still new
looking jockstrap.
He muttered, "Neery a stain, tch. Well, I should clean up this
bathroom floor, and it might stretch this jock out a bit." Then he
snapped Ryan's waistband.
Huh, what? thought Ryan. The warm water had lulled him to sleep and
away from his living nightmare. The snap woke him with a vengeance.
He watched helplessly as the bear filled a bucket with water and
ammonia. Then he set the bucket on the filthy bathroom floor. The bear
rubbed the back of his neck, and said, "I can't remember ever
scrubbing this floor properly ever." He shook his head.
Ryan was relieved that he wasn't a sponge. Then he felt a flurry of
hope as the giant man started to unroll the jockstrap down his thighs
and legs. Sure Ryan was all twisted, but he was sure he could
eventually untwist and return himself to normal. Please just throw me
on the floor, he thought.
SPLASH!
Ryan screamed as he was plunged into the ammonia water. He screamed
not just because of being drowned in the cleaning solution, but
because he knew what would come next. He was trapped in the giant's
powerful grip. He couldn't change back until he was freed from it.
Then he tasted stale piss, as the giant rubbed him across the tile
floor.
The giant beamed proudly after sweating for a few minutes as he
surveyed the yellowish grey tile that he scrubbed now was gleaming
white. He admired the new stains he was grinding into his jockstrap.
He was sure he was stretching it out too. He looked around the room,
and wished silently that he'd brought a sub boy home to do this job.
Still scrubbing took his mind off his throbbing headache. He scrubbed
hard, and Ryan screamed himself hoarse unheard by anyone.
Ryan lay twisted and filthy in the black water. All around the naked
bear, the bathroom gleamed white. He had even used Ryan to scrub the
inside of the toilet bowl strapping him to the toilet brush head. A
strange relief spread across Ryan's being. It was over, he'd been
brutalized, but he was free, as soon as he regained his composure he'd
concentrate himself back into a man, and get away from this awful man
and place.
The bear scratched his crotch, he was used to always wearing a
jockstrap and he felt insecure without one wrapped around him. He
regretted abandoning his old jock at the gym, but he still had Ryan.
He fished him out of the black water, and rinsed him out in the sink
with concentrated Woolite. Then he hand wrung Ryan. He shook his
head, and headed over to the kitchen. In the corner was an ancient
washing machine that had belonged to his grandmother's step-mother-in-
law. It had a wringer attached to it. Ryan was disoriented and
twisted so his perceptions were off, he managed to wiggle in the
bear's hands as he tried to jerk free. The switch was clicked and the
electric rollers started moving. The heavy duty rollers pressed the
sudsy water out of him. The giant rinsed him in the kitchen sink and
ran him through the rollers again, and he repeated the process 4 more
times. The crushing cylinders terrified Ryan even though he was
fabric. He envisioned himself as changing back to human but remaining
flattened, some sort of living cum rag for the bear. He shivered. He
was wrung out in more ways than one.