Aftercare

After the brutal whipping, Bob shouted the prisoners back to their cells. Twink Spy barely made it on his own. He had to stop a few times to gather enough strength to continue walking. He laid down on his belly, not daring to put pressure on the wounds on his back. He tried to distract himself from the burning pain with thinking. “It is clear that the managment of this prison has gone rampant. I need to get to the authoroties and let Bob and the others be judged by the law…”. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted. He heard steps outside approaching his cell.

“Who’s there?” He sat and looked up to see the young warden that saved him from getting raped by Bob. “Does the wound hurt?” he asked Twink Spy, “I brought you some medicine.”

Even though Twink spy still remembered the wardens pushiness from last time, he was glad about any form of kindness at the moment. Especially if it meant alleviating the stinging pain from the whipping. He took of his shirt to let him apply the medicine. “Ouch!” , he winced as the officer touched his waist. “Easy”. “Don’t worry, the pain will fade. Where do you want me to start?”

The hound officer applied the medicine to the boy and rubbed it in well. Twink Spy was tickling and trembling but eventually exhaled a hot sigh of alleviation.

The officer also applied medicine to the boy’s chest.

“Your shoulder is only lightly sprained”, the warden tells after inspecting him, “nothing too worrying. If you rest for a few days, it will heal.” “Thanks”, Twink spy murmurs. The warden goes on inspecting the rest of his body for injuries, and he couldn’t help noticing his trained body. “He looks like a twink, but his muscles are unusual dense. It’s almost as if he’s been through special training. Just who is he? “