WASH-A-BOY

BY JAMES BONDAGE 007

This story is inspired by and freely based upon the fiction "Wash-A-Kid" posted by EW.

Little Tommy just couldn't believe that his own parents had allowed him to meet such a strange and new experience. That machinery system, they were told, was about to start a true revolution among families around the world. And they enthusiastically delivered their only son in order to test it!

Tommy's hands were held up above his head, his wrists held firmly by plastic straps to a pair of cables that came down from the ceiling. His feet were bound, too, with his ankles strapped tightly. The little boy had to stand on his tiptoes on two small blocks that just allowed his toes to stay on them. So Tommy's body was essentially stretched wide in a X shape.

Tommy was completely naked. The only things he was wearing were a latex bathing cap that held very tightly his hair underneath it and a pair of orange swimming goggles that protected his eyes. A strip of very strong surgical adhesive tape applied to his lips was keeping his mouth shut and sealed.

The little boy had never felt so helpless, so captive in his entire eight years alive. He tried to look around him and examine the surroundings, since when he was brought in there he barely had the time to understand that he was indoor somewhere. Tommy was in a small room or chamber with floor and walls tiled in a milk-white tone. The floor had some openings around his feet, on sides, in front and behind. On the walls, floor and ceiling there were many openings too, but he just couldn't imagine their purpose - yet. Some sort of heating system was working there, too, so the boy was comfortable at least about that.

Suddenly, a loudspeaker cracked and a metallic voice spoke: "Welcome to the Wash-a-Kid Automating Cleansing System, Six To Ten Male Model. This system was made by RoboWash Ltd, Ropeville. You won't need to do anything, the system will work in full automatic mode. You are now about to experience the latest technology applied to the needs of families that understand the importance of hygiene and health".

Helpless and mute Tommy felt like he was in the torture hall of some crazy and perverted scientist who was about to perform some weird experiment on his little unprotected body. How could Mum and Dad have accepted to turn him in to such a thing? Well, it was true they had been promised an adequate amount of money, since RoboWash needed subjects to test their latest prototypes. And his parents just wouldn't have let him get hurt - would they?

He heard some buzzes around him, and the loudspeaker voice added: "The system will now begin its routine with Phase 1 by applying our special soap. If your eyes, hair and mouth aren't protected please speak the word 'Emergency' now". Just for a test, Tommy tried to say the magic word. Only a pathetic and faint mewing escaped from his nose. He couldn't know it actually, but the tape holding his lips sealed was that particular kind that's used in cosmetic surgery in order to keep stitches where they are meant to be in patients who have just undergone surgery in their mucous membranes. That gag would have come off only by applying some particular chemicals.

So totally helpless, Tommy couldn't do anything about his predicament. The buzzing slowly became a whir. He deeply inhaled. His experience was about to begin.

From six of those openings in the walls around the little boy long spray wands like those they use in a car wash emerged and extended towards his body. The things started to spray him from all sides with warm and soapy water. The wands went up and down Tommy's body, covering him all in soap that was neither too bubbly nor too watery. The wands were directed by the program so that the boy was sprayed from first one of them, then another. The soap scented like chamomile and clinged to Tommy's skin. It felt-well, not exactly good, but comfortable anyway.

The wands retracted. Tommy suspected the routine had only just begun. He was right. From one opening on the floor on front of her, another wand emerged and moved up towards his helplessly exposed private parts. He managed to glance around and behind him and saw in horror that another of those things was coming up towards his rear end, too!

The water hits stung him from both ends at the same time, one aimed to his belly button and the other to the corresponding area of her back. It was pressured warm water with a different sort of soap mixed in it. Tommy tried to jerk away as a reflex, but he immediately understood that there were no use to it; moreover, the treatment wasn't really hurting him. The wands had started to move and tilt while aiming the water streams slowly up and down the boy's body. Each tilt went a little higher towards his nipples and shoulder blades, and a little lower towards his already stiff penis and buttocks. Soon the boy was feeling it right there. Helpless as he were, he squeezed his eyes closed in his goggles and tried to close his tights - uselessly. The unstoppable stream was shamelessly spraying his pubis and rear end now. He felt all the horror and the outrage of the situation - and there was nothing he could do against it! Where were his Mum and Dad? Were they secretly watching him by means of some video camera? Did they know what those machines were doing to him? Or were they just waiting somewhere, without even suspecting what they had condemned their son to?

Suddenly the water stopped, right when Tommy was starting to think the streams were about to squarely penetrate his body from behind. He looked down at the instrument before him. He heard a whir and saw it twist a little. Holding his breath, the little boy waited for the next move of the thing. It stayed like that for some seconds, silent, in front of the helpless little body. Then it struck again, aiming a much tighter stream of colder water right on Tommy's pubis. The thing behind him attacked the very top of the crack between his buttocks. It was pulsing now. Tommy was feeling like he'd never felt before as the horrible things were hitting his tender privates again and again. He had lost contact with his foot resting places, so he was hanging by his wrists. Luckily, a child is such a lightweight that such a position can be tolerated for some time. However, Tommy managed to be on his feet again as soon as he could. The fact he wasn't in real pain just added offence to offence. Helpless to stop the streams while they started to go slowly downward, the eight-yer-old boy lifted his head to the ceiling and tried to scream his head off. The faint sound that his nose produced made him feel so more humiliated. He was feeling like he was something between a car at the wash and a kitten that was being sprayed with a gardening hose.

Meanwhile, the shameless stream of water stinged on and began to force its stream right onto his testicles and into his behind hole. His spread legs were unawarely trying to clench and hide his shameful erection and protect him against these outrageous violations, his gagged cries echoed all within his skull while those pulsating streams went on working against his sex and anus. Tommy had never touched himself down there before, and just plain hated when he had to take suppositories up his rectum. But now he was feeling electricity crossing his brain and nerves while his body was shaking without any more control than the one his bonds provided. What was happening to him?

Minutes after, the devilish streams that had just almost raped his front and back stopped. The little boy tried to look down at himself, hoping not to see any injuries. But no, he was relatively all right, no blood, no marks, just some of that water dripping down from his stiff little member and anus. His muscles didn't ache, he was rather feeling like he'd just had a session of stretching gymnastics. His feet were getting tired, too, so he decided to let his weight down from his arms for some seconds. Meanwhile, he thought about all the plenty of new sensations that he was experiencing.

Tommy had never felt like that in his whole life. While the water gurgled down the openings in the floor and then a loud silence filled the room, he got his feet down again on the blocks, regained full control of his breathing and wondered what was to happen next.

The two wands were still in their position. Tommy stared at the front one. It looked as if it was staring back, and sort of gloating. Very uncomfortable.

The wands finally retracted back down their openings in the floor. The little boy found himself alone again, dripping in silence. His breathing was slowly returning normal, more or less, and he considered his situation. He was there, tied, gagged and goggled, hanging in a bizarre chamber and at the mercy of some monstrous automated machine called "Wash-A-Kid". It had just soaped and watered him down, plus it shamelessly dared to deeply wash his most private and secret places too. Who in the world could have conceived such a thing, and what was its purpose meant to be? Was being washed in it going to be just the next Century way to have a kid perfectly cleaned, or rather a sort of punishment for kids that don't like to take their daily bath?

The loudspeaker cracked again and that same metallic voice said, "Phase 1 over. Phase 2 will now remove all traces of dirt from the skin while applying an invigorating massage".

Fascinated Tommy heard some more whirring and rumbling of machinery all around. From two side openings in the floor new instruments emerged. They were thick mechanical arms. The things reached upwards as Tommy watched helpless and mute. The boy's eyes blinked in disbelief while he saw that at the end of each arm there were rolling brushes. They immediately set to work on Tommy's lower calves, scrubbing gently but firmly up and down his unprotected legs, front, back, in and outside them. The boy shaked and tilted his head around without being able to do much more. The machine, obviously, wasn't touched by that at all.

The treatment started to work its effects. Tommy was feeling his skin become warmer and warmer because of the brushing and massaging. Meanwhile, the two things slowly were going up his legs. The boy started to get doubtful. What would those brushes have done to him once they'd reached his more delicate parts? But such a thing was not to be. The things stopped right at the base of his butt and retracted back into the floor. A couple seconds after that, two openings in the walls at Tommy's sides came to life and produced a pair of big hourglass-shaped horizontal rolling brushes that begun extending towards the helpless little body. A horrified Tommy closed his eyes in anticipation as the rollers began to spin and to close without any shame around his waist until their ends began to meet around her. Tommy's arms pulled helplessly on their straps as those object were brushing their way down to his hips-uselessly. No escape was in sight.

The rolling brushes released their pressure momentarily, but only to reverse their rotation. They once again closed about Tommy's hips and started brushing their way up the sides of his body, partly extending their touch to his front and back too, following precisely the contours of the little boy's waist. As they moved higher, Tommy started to worry about what'd have happened when they'd got to his nipples. Mum always told him they were delicate things, that's why she never was allowed him to stay bare-chested, even at home. But he was to be spared again. The rollers stopped their massage just barely below the sensible bits. They then retracted into the walls again. Tommy sighed in relief through his nose. His skin felt hot where it had been massaged.

Next the little boy heard something moving behind him. It had to be another rolling brush, he thought, and tried to look behind him somehow. It was a roller all right. With a whine, it started to spin and brush Tommy's body starting from the back of his waist. But now- what was that?!? With a shock, the little boy realized that brush had an extra refinement on it: a pair of somehow coarser ridges that were firmly massaging his spine. The brush rode up his back and to his shoulders, pushing his body forward in his bonds until he was bowed as far as he could stretch, his feet off their rest places. Then it reversed its spin direction and started to go down, still pressing forward upon him. Tommy hoped that thing would have stopped before getting to his butt, but it didn't. The boy soon realized in horror the true purpose of those extra ridges in the brush. As the thing was working its way down his ass, stretching his body even farther forward into a strict bow, that part of the brush entered plainly his butt crack, firmly massageing and brushing her there too - deeply.

Finally, after an apparent eternity of such a treatment, the brush pulled away from the boy. His small body stayed there, limp in his bonds, as the roller's pressure went away. Tommy could hardly think, his skin felt hot from the massaging. The room was starting to get misty, or maybe the machinery was exhaling steam in order to soothe his skin some. Right then, while he was getting on his feet again, a thought hit him - some of his body hadn't been brushed yet!

Those mechanical noises began again. Where would the next assault have come from? Tommy hadn't to wait for long. The new brush that emerged from the wall before the boy luckily had no extra ridges and, unlike the back roller, didn't push him so he could stay on his toes without having to bow backwards. It began its routine like the other ones did-from his tummy, down, up, reverse, down again, up again. While it worked "down" Tommy was puzzled by its delicateness - after the treatment that had been given his rear end, he'd have expected some similar thing applied to his stiff penis. But no, it just lightly brushed its exposed head. It worked liberally on his chest, though, causing his nipples to get hard and stay that way. When the thing retreated, Tommy worriedly looked down without knowing what he'd expect to see. No damage, just his pointily erected little berries and an embarrassing erction. He had never seen them like that. He deeply sighed through his nose again. But the real surprise was yet to come.

The next set of brushes emerged from the front opening in the floor. It was a hourglass-shaped roller installed at the end of the usual mechanical arm. It started moving and positioning itself horizontally, between the boy's thighs like some sort of a saddle. A horrified Tommy understood what was going to happen and tried very hard to squirm away, to yell for help, anything. No use again: his bonds and gag cruelly kept keeping him very effectively.

That latest brush worked differently from the previous ones. It was softer and rotated sideways rather slowly, reversing its spin direction every fourth turn, and in the meantime moved along its rotation axis and with a tilting trajectory too, thus gently brushing the boy's privates forwards and backwards too. Although it wasn't painful at all, the boy felt like the machine was torturing him in a way he'd never suspected that could be conceived; yet she somehow ancestrally knew by instinct what was happening to his body. The brush slowly tilted around his crotch and butt crack, alternating its devilish massage between those two areas. Tommy couldn't help whining softly into his gag. His body had started acting on its own, without need of any control by his brain. He felt very, very hot and flustered and dizzy while the devilish machine untiringly went on making almost love to him.

Tommy came to his full senses again when the brush stopped its massage and pulled away from him to disappear down the opening in the floor. Hanging from his wrists again, his feet off their blocks, he was heavily panting as much deeply as his nose allowed him to. That thing had just literally played his little testicles like a fiddle. He felt happily tired, but not tired in the usual way. It was as if something good and mysterious had just happened to him.

It wasn't over, though. The voice from the loudspeaker announced: "Phase 2 over. Next phase will give some extra stimulation in order to improve the developing of body". Tommy didn't quite understand that, but then he saw some new instruments appear and coming down from the ceiling and getting right before him. Installed at the end of another mechanical arm, there was some strange clear plastic thing, connected with clear plastic hose that disappeared into the ceiling opening. Tommy's eyes became as wide as they could as the arm gently extended and offered a tube-shaped object towards his erection so that it was perfectly positioned around his hard little penis. Obviously, the little boy couldn't imagine that the name of the instrument was suction-tube. He tried out of instinct to move his groin around in order to avoid the strange thing, but then he saw that the mechanical arm simply followed him around. He sighed and gave himself over to the instrument. The tube was clear plastic or acrylic, in a tulip shape. Its edge was rimmed with red rubber to insure perfect hold and suction. Suddenly Tommy felt something introducing itself between his butt cheeks. He tried to look down and behind him, but just couldn't understand what was happening.

The mini buttplug and the suction tube worked perfectly together, with an exact and steady rhythm. It was as if the tube sucked the plug in and out of Tommy's rectum. His now painfully erected penis sent his brain mixed messages of agony and joy all together, messages he could understand only in part, while his little rear hole was stimulated syncronously to it. But Tommy couldn't do anything to make his penis feel better quickly. He had to wait and suffer embarrassing pumping action that slowly stimulated his stiff organ. He helplessy looked down at his captured little erection through the clear plastic that had imprisoned it. He was not in reat pain, but he felt tortured again - because it was a torture, wasn't it?

Tommy's gag was effectively blocking all sorts of whines and moans in the little boy's mouth - and his nose just couldn't let most of his excitement sounds escape his head. His eyes wide open, he was seeing the head of his painfully stretched penis slowly darkening and stretching even more into the tube, together with his hairless testicles that rhythmically moved up when the machine vacuumed and down when the machine released. And every vacuuming brought a gentle push of the mini plug with it as perfect company.

So those diabolical machineries were making love to Tommy again. How long had this gone on for? The exhausted little boy, in tears and hanging from his wrists again, couldn't tell until something unexplained happened and his little body shuddered in agony. He looked down and saw his erected penis trapped inside the cruel suction tupe spitting some thick white substance until it covered the inside of the tube. The pump kept sucking on until all boy semen was stolen from his little suspended body and sucked right into the torturous machine.

Finally this step of the treatment was over too. "All too early yet", Tommy thought without really wanting to think it. His throbing penis was free again. His rear end hole was delated and stretched open but empty again. The little boy was alone again. He breathed deeply and tried to gain his usual breathing pace again.

The voice from the loudspeaker spoke again while the little boy got on his feet again: "Final phase: drying and guarantee. Thank you for using our Wash-A-Kid service. Robowash, Ltd hope you will be our guest again in the future". The latest machines Tommy was about to see emerged from almost all directions and started to dry him off by blowing abounding warm air on his skin. Tommy could hear some vacuuming noise as the misty and steamy air was sucked out of the chamber. The air flows that were gently caressing his skin felt good and dry, just perfect. The little boy was tired some, but he was happy the treatment was almost over. He also wanted - needed? - to sort out and make an inventory of all those new sensation he had got to know while he was at the mercy of those weird machines.

Tommy was so engulfed in his thoughts that he almost didn't realize that the drying phase was over. A sharp thump called for his attention right after the dryer machines had gone away. All noises around him had ended. No more machinery in sight. Only "guarantee" was left. The little boy wondered what it could have been. After half a minute of that perfect silence, Tommy heard some door opening and a young lady in a white smock entered her sight field.

"So, Tommy, it's nice to see you nicely, perfectly cleaned without need of any intervention by human hands. The only phase that cannot be done by machines is this one: the applying of our Guarantee" the smiling lady explained while she removed the goggles and cap from Tommy. She left his tape gag there, though. Tommy could see that the lady had a name badge on her smock. It read "Sheila". She had a small package with her, too. She opened it and showed the mute boy its contents.

The first item was a little bra, made of very thin semi-clear rubber. It had no shoulder straps, just a single buckle that had to be done up behind the wearer's back, and that made it possible putting it on the still bound little boy. Tommy noticed at once how it rubbed against his still erected nipples. He whined into his gag again. It was so embarrassing to be made to wear a girl's bra. Sheila explained: "Just a little present by Robowash, since you've been such a brave little boy. But now, the last touch" she stated and, ignoring the gagged complaints that were coming from Tommy's nose, took some strange, thin plastic object from the box. What was it? Horrified Tommy understood it right while Sheila was fixing him with it - it was a crotchrope all right, made of that kind of plastic they use as cable-ties or disposable flexi-handcuffs. The diabolical thing was cleverly strapped on his body by Sheila, first around the base of his testicles and then between each one, separating them painfully and then another cable-tie around the base of his stiff penis and again around its aroused, swollen head, tightly that he was feeling as if it was being sawed in half by it.

"This way you'll be positively sealed up and guaranteed as perfectly clean until our guarantees are removed" Sheila explained. So Tommy had just been so cleverly cleaned, soaped, brushed, massaged, stimulated and dried, front and back, up and down, and now he had his seal of guarantee that testified that.

Only after the diabolical strap had been tightened firmly enough, Sheila brushed the boy's blond hair some, then used a small bottle of solvent in order to remove the adhesive tape from Tommy's lips. The little boy stretched his jaw and lips, but didn't dare to say anything. His hands and feet were then freed and he could go into the next room to get dressed again. As soon as he was alone there, he tried tugging at his cruel crotchstrap. He gave up at once, though - tugging at it only made it feel worse. He just had to keep it on under his ordinary clothes. He decided to keep the rubber bra on too, because he liked the way it was rubbing against his nipples. Walking, however, wasn't so easy while so crotchtied.

"Just remember: you shouldn't remove the guarantees from the boy here before you all are home," Sheila instructed Tommy's parents as she handed them a small glass vial containing the boy's semen. His parents requested this specifically so they could all remember their son's first ejaculation. They had also been explained where the nasty strap could be cut off without causing any problems. And the staff lady added smiling, "You should let him think about it all for some time, too. In the end, we hope that he'll feel like coming to be washed up again by our machineries".

Tommy needed to think plenty of thoughts indeed. And the worst thought - or the best one - was that he already hoped to go there and be cleaned again in some days. And he was ready to know much more about his body.