So fresh, so clean

Without warning; water jets turned on; deluging Rob with pleasantly warm water for about 2 minutes. The jets weren’t overpowering, nor where they the pressureless excuse for a shower he had on his carrier. For the first time; in the context of the overall situation, he had no complaints.

The water shut off and he felt shampoo being squirted onto his head and being massaged in by brushes no bigger than a thumb; rinsed shortly afterwards. Several more jets lined up began squirting a soap solution all over his body; moving in a pattern to make sure the hunk was ready for lathering; with a few covering off his backside.

“See – not so bad is it – treated like royalty” commented the male voice.

New larger brushes appeared; one rotating the size of a paint roller began working over his wrists down to his armpits; while another pair began working their way up from each of his ankles; all brushes working their way up and down his limbs until the soap was saturated; applying firm but not uncomfortable pressure. His limbs done and dusted; smaller coin sized brushes emerged to go after his extremities working through his hands; fingers and toes; before each pair landed into his armpits; which Rob gave shudder at given the sensation. New circle shaped brushes about a foot wide moved onto his core; one on his front starting at his collar bones and working side to side and down gradually; another began its work at his butt but opted for a more tailored course aligning with the up/down curve of his glutes, before moving to a side to side cadence from the small of his back onward.

The front brush and back brush just about lined up above his bellybutton; while Rob caught sight of a new group of brushes; all similar to the size of the ones that cleaned his toes. They were lowering down in front of his face; and paused when they reached his groin. Rob was slightly uncomfortable about this machine working in that area, but again in the context of the whole mess so far less worried.

The brushes landed; two primed on either side of his cock at the base; one underneath each ball. One remained; and while Rob thought this intelligent machine may have miscounted; it proved him wrong when it manoeuvred between his legs and up; coming to a rest at the top of his ass crack. The miniature brushes whirred into life and Rob shuddered against the restraints.

“Hey, go easy in there!” exclaimed a rather rattled Rob.

The machine showed little appreciation for Rob’s complaints as the brushes swept his crack; assaulted his scrotum causing his balls to bounce in his sack and manipulated his foreskin exposing his sensitive head, causing further yelps as the brush made contact with his purple helmet.

The main body brushes finally reaching their crescendo on his groin and shoulders; all the brushes, including those working over his genitals withdrew and disappeared; the showerheads reappearing to rinse his body off. After another two minutes of rinsing, the heads gave way to warm air blowers; and after a couple of minutes of enjoying the warm air, it withdrew.

The ankle restraints released Rob; and the arm ones gave way as well. Now emboldened; and reflective of the fact he’d emerged from his cleaning unharmed in better mood. He felt no need to protect his modesty at this stage given his captors had already got their sought after footage of his junk. Placing his hands on his hips and confidently facing the cameras he requested “OK, Let’s get me my 100k”.

“That is the spirit.”acknowledged the male voice.