BOI HYGIENE STATION

Following the instructions on their wrist monitors, Mike and Scotty made their way to the Boy Hygiene Station. Mike was still fuming over his situation, struggling to come to terms with his new status on Chastity Boy Island. Scotty, having been through this routine before, led the way with a resigned air of familiarity.

The Boy Hygiene Station was a large, open area with various facilities designed for the locked bois to clean themselves both externally and internally. Scotty guided Mike to one of the open hygiene boxes, which was essentially a raised platform with a toilet bowl.

“Here it is, Mike,” Scotty said, gesturing to the bowl. “If you need to pee or poop, you just sit on this and do it. No privacy here. This is how we keep clean for the Men.”

Mike looked at the open toilet with a mix of disgust and disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You expect me to use the toilet right here in public?”

Scotty sighed, understanding Mike’s frustration. “Mike, we’re not males anymore. Only the true men get to use the private bathrooms. As bois, we’re not allowed to hide anything. We have to do everything out in the open.”

“But this is ridiculous,” Mike shot back. “People are walking around everywhere. How can they expect us to just… do this?”

“It’s the rules,” Scotty reminded him gently. “And remember, our task is to clean the inside of our butts. If we don’t follow the rules, we’ll lose more cage coins.”