At Betty's, Jen's, (and others') insistence, and with Mom Becky's
	approval, I offer you Betty's punishment fic, a sequel to Jen's
	punishment fic, Abbreviations.

	The Morning After

	by Rita G Mac Auslan <mommacita1@juno.com>

	Rating: NC-17
	Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just like to play with them.
	And I always bring them back safe and sound - well almost always.

	Summary: Sequel to "Abbreviations", in which Starbuck's training continues 
	and Betty's punishment fic begins. More mild consensual BDSM.

	***

	The morning found Starbuck's body aching and his mind confused.  'On the
	bright side,' he thought, 'I'm finally in Apollo's bed.'  He was dimly
	aware of Apollo quietly getting up, inspecting Starbuck's still
	imprisoned genitals, and tucking him in securely. His eyes drifted closed
	again as he heard Apollo leave the room, shutting the door behind him.
	'Guess I'm supposed to stay put,' he decided just before he fell back to
	sleep.

	Apollo got up quietly and checked on Starbuck, who appeared to be mostly
	asleep. As he had assumed, Starbuck's erection had dissipated during the
	night, so there was no danger of 'Jen' damaging his private parts - 'Or
	not-so-private parts,' he thought to himself and chuckled at his little
	joke. 'Or not so little,' he found himself thinking then sternly stopped.
	'If I keep this up, I'll ravish him again before I get Boxey off to
	instructional period.' He looked down and thought, 'Oh, he is eminently
	ravishable, and so willing. Why did I wait so long to test him out?' He
	shook the thought away, tucking the covers over Starbuck and under the
	edges of the mattress so that if Boxey came into the room, he wouldn't
	see anything untoward, like 'Jen' hanging from Starbuck's balls.  Then he
	quietly closed the door and went to wake Boxey.

	***

	The next thing Starbuck was aware of was Apollo softly calling his name.
	He blinked his eyes open and looked up into green eyes.  "I should go?"
	he said, making it a question.

	Apollo straightened up and sat on the edge of the bed.  "That's up to
	you, Starbuck," he said seriously.  "This was a taste of what I'd like to
	have with you.  But I don't do things partway.  You know me well enough
	to realize that.  It's all or nothing."

	"All," Starbuck responded immediately.

	Apollo had anticipated several possible responses, ranging from "Keep
	away from me" to "What do you mean by that", but he didn't anticipate
	that one.  After taking a micron to recover from his shock, he asked,
	"You're sure?"

	Not trusting his voice, Starbuck held Apollo's eyes with his own and
	nodded firmly.

	"All right. You'll be moving in here when you get off patrol then."  At
	Starbuck's panicked expression at the word 'patrol', Apollo added, "Take
	it easy. You're not due in launch bay for another three centars."  He
	realized Starbuck hadn't moved since he tucked him in.  "How do you
	feel?" he asked.

	Starbuck took a micron to inventory his body's condition.  "Stiff," he
	said, "And a little bruised."  He still didn't move.

	Apollo nodded.  "Do you need help getting up?" he asked.

	Starbuck considered.  "I can manage.  I wasn't sure I was supposed to
	without permission."

	"Good, you're learning."

	In a very small voice, Starbuck admitted, "I've never done anything like
	this before, Apollo."

	"I thought so when I saw your reactions.  I must admit, Bucko, I'm a
	little surprised; I thought you'd have experimented more on your own, at
	least on the dominant side."

	"I had enough male dominance in the orphanage from the bigger boys and
	some of the workers. I didn't want to be like them."

	Apollo leaned back.  "Then why are you agreeing to this?"

	Starbuck reddened.  "I like it," he said simply.  "Scares the felger out
	of me, but at the same time I want more."  He blushed even more deeply.

	"Good. I wasn't sure you would.  I figured you'd want to be in charge in
	the bedroom."

	"I thought I did, but ... this feels right."

	Apollo smiled contentedly.  "Then I have just one more question.  Do you
	want to get into this fast or slow?"

	"What was last night?"

	"Fast, except for the end, when I gave in to you.  That won't happen
	again.  And it seems like you didn't really want me to."

	"No; that was weird.  After you said it was okay, I didn't want to do
	it."

	Apollo nodded his agreement.  "So?  Fast or slow?"

	Starbuck took a deep breath.  "I've never been one to think things
	through, so - fast.  All at once."

	"You'll make mistakes you won't even know you're making. That will
	probably mean more discipline than if we took it one step at a time,"
	Apollo warned.

	"Yeah, I figured," Starbuck acknowledged. "Cassie used to spank me
	sometimes.  I liked that, too."

	"Oh, you'll get spanked, Bucko, don't worry.  Spanked and more."  Apollo
	stood up and pulled the covers down.  "So.  Time for release. Get up."

	"I ... umm ... don't need it anymore," Starbuck said softly.

	"Let me put it this way: 'Jen' doesn't come off until you need to
	release." Apollo didn't give Starbuck time to protest.  "So right now
	'Jen' doesn't come off.  Instead, she gets tightened to your reduced
	size."  Apollo reached down and tightened the straps encircling
	Starbuck's penis until they caused a false erection. Starbuck started
	shaking.  Apollo warned him, "If you're going to wet yourself again, get
	to the turboflush now.  Unless I've told you it's all right, I'll punish
	you for it and you're sore enough already, you don't want to be sitting
	in a viper for centars with welts on your buttocks."

	Starbuck moved as quickly as his complaining muscles would let him and
	relieved himself with Apollo watching over his shoulder to ensure he
	didn't do anything other than urinate.  His initial inability to pee with
	someone watching came to an abrupt end when Apollo expertly pushed on his
	bladder with the heel of his hand. When he was done, Apollo yanked the
	straps still tighter and secured them then twisted the scrotal clamps
	until Starbuck cried out.  Apollo slapped him once across the face.
	"Learn to be quiet or you'll spend a great deal of time gagged," he said
	curtly.

	Starbuck nodded and blinked back tears, saying nothing.

	"Now I'll introduce you to another of the ladies you'll be intimate with.
	Her name is Blubbering Betty and you'll use her at least once a day to
	clean yourself out.  She's called 'Blubbering' for two reasons:  first,
	she's wet and she'll get you thoroughly wet; and second, she'll make you
	blubber."  Apollo brought out a high-pressure hose and a case holding a
	variety of nozzles and smaller hoses from under the sink.  "Do you know
	how to do this?" he asked.

	Starbuck shook his head.  He had envisioned something like a thorough
	enema, nothing this elaborate.

	"All right, I'll walk you through it.  Take the biggest nozzle, the one
	that looks like an open-ended dildo, and attach it.  Now hold the nozzle
	over the sink and turn the faucet on and adjust the temperature.  Is it
	the way you like it?"

	"I don't know how I like it," Starbuck pointed out.

	"Try just a little cooler than the temperature you set the turbo wash
	to."

	"'Kay."

	"Push the button on the top of the nozzle to shut off the water and
	insert the nozzle."

	"Oh gods," Starbuck moaned, but he obeyed.  Tentatively he reached around
	and pushed the tip of the nozzle into his anus.

	"A little farther in, Bucko," Apollo said encouragingly.  "It doesn't
	have to go all the way in, but you don't want it coming out in the middle
	of things."

	"'Kay."  Starbuck pushed the nozzle in until his muscles contracted
	around it holding it firmly.

	"Now come over here."  Starbuck waddled over awkwardly.  See this dial?
	It adjusts the pressure. You're going to press the nozzle's button again
	to start the water flow, then slowly turn the dial until I tell you to
	stop."

	Starbuck swallowed hard then reached back and pressed the button.  Warm
	water flowed up his rectum.

	"Start turning the dial, Starbuck," Apollo commanded.

	Starbuck obeyed and kept turning it, ever more slowly as he felt fuller
	and the water pressure grew harsher against the walls of his rectum.  His
	legs threatened to buckle as the pressure became painful, but he
	continued to edge the dial upward until Apollo told him to stop.

	Apollo held him around the waist and led him to the sink counter.  "Hold
	on to the counter, Bucko.  There's an automatic shutoff; you'll know when
	it's over."

	Starbuck nodded and gripped the edge of the counter to hold himself up.
	By the time the water shut off, his knuckles were white and his entire
	body was shaking.

	Apollo gave him a quick hug.  "Very good. Has 'Betty' blubbered into you
	deep enough?"  Starbuck nodded.  "But she hasn't made you blubber yet,
	has she?" Apollo continued cheerily.  "Let's take care of that now,
	okay?"  He got another hesitant nod.  "Get that small hose, the one that
	looks like a catheter.  This one pushes right up into the faucet.  That's
	right," he said approvingly as Starbuck inserted one end of the hose into
	the faucet. "Now the other end; I think you know where it goes.  You
	*have* had catheters in Life Center, I know."

	"But 'Jen' - it's so tight," Starbuck said in a voice barely above a
	whisper.

	"I know," Apollo said sympathetically.  "I shouldn't have given in to
	your begging last night.  It's partially my fault.  That's why normally
	you would release *before* you cleaned yourself out.  Then 'Jen' wouldn't
	be there."  He looked at Starbuck's tear-filled eyes and felt himself
	weakening again.  "Tell you what.  I'll insert it this time.  But if it
	happens again, you'll have to do it yourself."  He took the catheter from
	Starbuck and carefully coaxed the man's slit open, inserted the tip of
	the catheter and with a quick, sure motion pushed it all the way up into
	his bladder.

	Starbuck bit his lip until it bled, but managed to make no more than a
	low moan.

	"Turn the cold water on full," Apollo instructed.

	Starbuck obeyed with shaking hands.

	"This one doesn't shut off automatically, but you'll know when it's time
	to turn the water off.  You'll feel the back flush."

	Apollo watched the clear tubing carefully to ensure that Starbuck didn't
	reach for the faucet prematurely.  He was very proud of his friend, who
	was sobbing with desperation by the time the catheter back flushed, but
	didn't try to stop the flow early. He nodded when Starbuck reached for
	the faucet then looked at him for permission before turning it off.

	"Listen carefully now, Starbuck.  This is where it's very easy to make a
	mistake and I don't want to have to punish you."

	Starbuck tried to ignore the signals his body was giving him about the
	unfamiliar substances and objects he was putting into it.  "'Kay," he
	said faintly.

	You're going to remove the catheter and keep your bladder under control.
	You're full, but not overfull, so you can do it if you try.  Then you're
	going to remove the dildo nozzle and hold that water in, too.  That's
	harder to do.  You'll have to really concentrate.  Wash all the used
	equipment in hot soapy water, dry it, and put it away.  Then you can sit
	on the turboflush and empty your bowels.  When you're done you need to
	wipe as far inside as you can reach with 'Betty' and her dildo nozzle, so
	you'll have to get her out again - wrap the paper around her and twist
	her in and out until you're clean and dry. Ready?"

	Starbuck thought it was going to be impossible, but fear of disappointing
	Apollo, rather than fear of any punishment, made him try his best.  When
	he realized that, he was able to control himself, although he still
	barely made it to the turboflush without leaking.  When he had cleaned
	and dried himself to Apollo's satisfaction, which took several tries, he
	looked down at his aching cock and up at Apollo for direction.

	"Well, 'Betty' certainly made you blubber didn't she?" Apollo asked
	cheerfully patting Starbuck's wet cheeks, front and back.  Starbuck
	nodded, a fresh burst of tears streaming down.  "Ready for the next
	step?" Apollo asked. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to do it in here
	because I don't think your control is very good right now.  You are not
	to cum or to pee until I tell you to.  I *will* punish you if you do."
	He quickly undid 'Jen's' straps but left the clamps on.  Then holding
	Starbuck under the arms, high enough to avoid putting any pressure on his
	bladder, he thrust his erect member into Starbuck's tender hole.  He felt
	Starbuck gasp and kissed his neck when he made no noise.  Then he began
	pounding into him.

	Try though he did, Starbuck could not overcome his body's response to
	Apollo's rough handling.  Crying out, "Apollo, I can't hold on!" he
	ejaculated violently into the turboflush, his bladder emptying as soon as
	he was done.

	Starbuck's spasms took Apollo over the edge and he was barely able to
	lower them both to the floor without injury.  He recovered first and held
	his lover until Starbuck's spasms lessened to an overall boneless
	trembling.  He stroked the blond hair, plastered to Starbuck's head with
	sweat.

	Finally Starbuck sighed and his body stilled.  When he opened his eyes,
	they were fearful, but his voice was firm and steady.  "You have to
	punish me.  What do I need to do?"

	Apollo smiled.  This was worth waiting all these yahrens for.  Almost
	beyond belief, Starbuck wanted the kind of love that Apollo offered. And
	in return, he was already giving Apollo exactly the kind of love he
	needed.  Apollo gently put Starbuck on the floor and stood up.  Looking
	down at him, he said, "Go and get your belt.  Don't try to stand, crawl
	into the living area and get it.  It's with your boots."

	With a contented sigh, Starbuck rolled onto hands and knees and made his
	way into the living area, returning with the belt in his mouth.  He
	raised his face to offer it to Apollo, smiling as Apollo took it from
	him.

	"Close the turboflush and lean on it, bottom up," Apollo ordered.
	Starbuck obeyed quickly and Apollo used his belt to give him ten quick,
	but solid lashes.

	Starbuck turned when he heard the belt hit the floor.  Still on his knees
	he approached Apollo, reached up and released the man's pulsing erection
	and took it into his mouth.  He deep throated him, sucking and nipping
	until Apollo came shooting hot down his throat.  Then he licked him
	clean, tucked him back in and straightened his clothes.  "Thank you," he
	said simply, sitting back on his heels with only a wince.

	Apollo pulled him upright.  "You are wonderful," he murmured into
	Starbuck's hair.  "Why don't you take a warm turbo wash while I get you a
	clean uniform? Then I'll make you something warm and soft to eat while
	you dress.  Tomorrow you'll rest and the next day we'll start a daily
	routine."

	Starbuck kissed him, taking the initiative for the first time in their
	brief relationship. "No rest," he said firmly.  "We agreed: fast and
	thorough. We start the routine after I move in tonight."

	Apollo's answer was to hug him even tighter. Then he released him and
	pushed him towards the turbo wash.  "Go clean up," he said, swatting him
	lightly on the reddened rump.

	Starbuck yelped and laughed at the same time.  As he stood under the
	soothing stream of water, he wondered about two things:  why he felt so
	good and secure while his body ached, and why they had waited so long to
	do what they both wanted and needed.