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Prime curiously watched Rick work on yet another project. They were down in some sort of cellar Rick had, deep down in the belly of the garage floor where nobody could access it with ease. That was the point though, Prime was Rick's filthiest secret yet. Not a soul knew he was down here.
Rick was so close to killing him- Prime thought for sure he was dead, his face so swollen he couldn’t see. Rick’s hands were soaked in his blood, all of his rage being thrown into every punch. The old man was so close to crushing his head in like a raisin.. And yet.. All the punches eventually stopped.
Now, Prime isn’t exactly sure what happened, everything went blurry after a certain point. He can only assume he claimed to have killed him to his family and went to scoop up his almost lifeless body after the whole event.
When he woke up he was cleaned up, his face completely healed, trapped in some sort of advanced cage to keep him in place.
The cage was short and a bit narrow, it was long enough for him to sit up straight on his knees, and the width was just enough for him to lay down with his legs hugging his stomach and chest.
Prime thought that maybe it was some sort of odd form of regret of not wanting to kill his enemy after all. Though Rick eventually made himself and his intentions very known. Prime was a toy. Killing him wouldn’t be enough, not even close, letting Prime die was letting him have the easy way out, he couldn’t have that. He needed him to suffer. A long drawn out punishment where he could do whatever he wanted to what was essentially himself. He wanted to see him break and he’d use him for any experiments deemed too “unethical” for any poor little alien creature.
So that’s where they sat now. Primes only form of entertainment is when Rick descends into this cold dark hidden lab to see him and work on things. The reason Rick initially healed him is because he claimed he hated seeing how ugly the younger one looked, his head looking like a swollen grape. So he fixed him up, disarming any self healing capabilities so he could have a nice clean slate he could abuse how he saw fit. So far not much has happened yet… though it felt like something was brewing.
Prime would be given a plate of slop with enough nutrients to keep him alive, as well as a dog bowl full of water every morning. Truly taking away anything that felt remotely human from Prime. The younger man hated the slop, but would usually eat it up anyways, embarrassingly lapping up the water with his tongue. Any attempt of being smug or getting around it had been greeted with a firm punishment, something Prime found himself getting addicted to. It was so delicious the way a sharp smack to his face would be burning in pain afterwards, the way Rick's blue eyes bore down on him. Though he also loved behaving as well, seeing the softer look on his face in satisfaction of the brat actually doing as he says, it sent shivers down his spine.
Prime shifted in his cage… then once more… then again. He felt a pressure in his lower belly, his unibrow scrunching up. He hadn’t felt this feeling in a good bit, a full bladder. He hated all the stupid things a body needed, peeing wasted time and he hated the feeling of needing to release his urine. So he eliminated the issue completely with a quick body modification… one Rick seemed to have disabled. That water he lapped up earlier sat inside of him and it was now hard to stop thinking about it.
He focused in on Rick, biting his lip as the pressure seemed to increase quickly. He squeezed his thighs together and analyzed the odd project Rick was working on till that wasn’t enough. He quickly felt like the pressure was building to a point he would burst.
“Hey, Rick, baby, sweetheart,” He cooed. “How about letting me stretch my legs a bit, hm? Awfully stuffy in here, you look tense, maybe you could let me give you a nice massage?”
Anything to get him out of here and find a bathroom- or a bucket. Though of course there was no bite, there was a glance of acknowledgement Rick had heard him, but he chose to ignore him.
Prime let out a long sigh “I know, I know, I’m your prisoner here, but I won’t pull anything I swear it. Come on, haven’t I behaved so well?”
Ignored again. Well now he was getting frustrated, his cheeks flushing against tanned skin.
“Fuck, fine, you’ve got me. I need to piss, alright? So if I could just get like.. A bucket or something? Can’t you at least allow me to use the bathroom? I’m sure you have a bathroom somewhere in this big ass place, come on!”
Rick tsked, turning his chair towards the cage and taking off his goggles to properly look at him, analyzing him. He did seem pretty uncomfortable by his stance in the cage, it made the corner of his mouth twitch into a small smirk.
“Hold it. You can get a fucking bucket when I’m done with this, then you can piss your heart out. Just stop WHINING.”
Rick huffed and put his goggles back on, turning his chair in the direction of the table with all his tools splayed out as well as the interesting looking contraption he kept working on.
Prime huffed, it was fine, he’d be fine, he could be good… maybe if he acted good he could pull the rug from underneath the old man, get his control back. He just had to play this smart.
From the looks of it Rick looked almost completely done, so it wouldn’t be long now.
Well, skip to a couple hours later and it turns out that was nowhere near the case. He swore that bastard was going slower on purpose, each twist of his screwdriver way too slow and precautious.
Prime was ready to actually burst, the bottom of stomach was swollen from his aching full bladder, feeling like he was at the beginning of his pregnancy.
He rubbed his hands as gently as he could over his belly, hot tears pricking the corner of his eyes, face flushed.
It was the most horrible feeling in the world. Prime could find pleasure in even the most miserable and painful things, but not this.
He couldn’t believe he was in this position, a toy, he could make people from any person from all dimensions vanish, and yet here he was… deduced to this. A plaything for C-137, trapped and completely at his mercy.
“Rick, I need to fucking go now, please!” He cried out, by this point he felt like if he stood up it’d all come splashing out. Sure, his body was younger than Rick’s, but he was still pretty damn old.
“P-please I fucking c-can’t hold ittt..” His last word stretched out into a whine as it finally came flooding out. He was the best piss of his life and the worst all at the same time. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull, his face flushed and his mouth agape, his throat letting out a whine every once in a while as the sound of fluid could be heard flooding the bottom of his cage.
The crotch of his tight pants darkened as the fluid wasted no time seeping through the fabric. He was a mess.
Rick’s head perked up at all of the commotion behind him, turning his chair once more and getting a good look at the sight. He took off his goggles and set them down on the table, standing up. He stared down at Prime like some hungry animal, his throat going dry. He hadn’t expected to break a part of him so soon, get him so flustered and pathetic in such a short amount of time. He looked disgusting, a disheveled wet mess and Rick fucking loved it.
Rick tried his best to act nonchalant about it, attempting to figure out what to do about this whole thing. Then, it clicked. How did they potty train Snowball?
He opened up the cage and kneeled down, nose scrunching up in disgust as the smell hit him. It wasn’t terribly strong, but it wasn’t exactly pleasant either.
“I told you to hold it. Can you really not follow a simple fucking command?” Rick snapped at him.
Prime opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, only a whimper escaping his throat, his pupils were blown wide.
“Stupid fucking-” Rick manhandled Prime roughly, awkwardly forcing his body to adjust in a way his face would be mere cenimeters away from his piss. Prime scrunched up his nose in disgust, his stomach doing flips.
“You’re nothing but a mutt.” Rick spat “You know that? A pathetic mutt. Because only dogs with no potty training piss themselves. Are you embarrassed? Good. A grown man should not be pissing himself.”
The anger was quite literally a criticism towards himself, how much he hated himself for getting blackout drunk and finding his pants were soaked in piss. How much he hated having to attempt to hide it from the family and get it in the washer as soon as possible. Now he could take it out on his mirror version. He could take out all the things he hated about himself onto the other, and of course, most importantly, all this motherfucker took from him.
Prime trembled as tears flowed down his flushed cheeks, “Fuck.. I’m sorry I-I’m sorry.. I tried to h-hold it, but I couldn't..” He tried to reason, his voice cracking frequently through the salty tears.
Rick felt anger rise up to his chest, this still wasn’t satisfying enough. It didn’t help that between his legs started to ache horribly, feeling a slick puddle building in the crotch of his boxers.
He shoved his face fully into the piss, coating the tanned skin of his face as he rubbed it in it before finally letting him up.
He paused for a moment, admiring his work before grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and pulling him out of the cage.
“You know I tried to give you the decency of having your clothes, but you don’t get the right to that anymore. Strip. Run and you’re dead, don’t play with your life, you don’t have any clones to go back to, they’re all dead.”
Prime, as sick as it was, as disgusting as he felt, loved all the attention on him from C-137. It was truly all he ever wanted, attention from him, it felt like at this point Rick had no choice but to choose him, even under these awful circumstances.
His legs wobbled as he was yanked out of the cage and forced to stand upright again, it’d been so long since he was able to do so, he felt like a fresh baby deer.
He slowly stripped out of his wet pants, taking his boxers with them, exposing his pussy covered in a neat bush of blue pubic hair, as well multiple scars along his inner thighs, some of them surprisingly fresher than others. He then unzipped his jacket, shrugging it off of his shoulders and letting it land in the heap of messy clothes that were piling to the floor. He then hooked his thumbs under his shirt and lifted it off of himself, exposing his a-cup chest. With that, there was nothing left, and he was fully exposed.
Rick’s eyes could have burned a hole through Prime’s body with the way they were eating him up and staring so intensely. He wanted to eat him alive, he felt every muscle in his body tense up with need, his fingers twitching with pure want. He couldn’t indulge. Not yet.
“Good. Now.. get back in that cage, sit in the mess you made. I really need you to learn your lesson with this bullshit. Wasting my time when I could be doing work.” He spat.
Prime vibrated, thinking for a moment before snapping back “If you had just listened to me this wouldn’t even be hap-”
He was interrupted by a sharp slap, it was so strong it made his ears ring and his vision go hazy for a moment. Once he came to again, the afterburn stayed, he felt the walls of his needy hole twitch at that, docile once again.
He swallowed, kneeling down and scooting himself into the cage, right into the mess. The piss was lukewarm by now, feeling extremely unpleasant to sit in especially as it continued to cool since this lab felt like the air conditioner was always on full blast. He stayed as still as he could as his ass was soaked in it, looking at Rick hoping for some sort of approval.
“Spread your legs.” Rick commanded, and Prime did just did that, slowly thin legs opened and revealed his wet pussy, his little cock erect in excitement. Rick couldn’t help but to darkly chuckle at the sight, trying to once again ignore the wave of arousal that coursed through his body.
“You like this? What the fuck is wrong with you. You’re a sick freak, but I bet you like being called that, don’t you?” Rick asked, face showing nothing but disgust.
Prime whimpered and slowly nodded, biting his lip and looking at Rick through his lashes, begging him to touch him. Rick would not give him that satisfaction.
“Fine. Get off for me.” Rick commanded, making it clear he wouldn’t do any of the touching. He smirked at Prime’s desperate dumbfounded expression at that. Rick went over to his desk, grabbing his phone and getting his camera on it set up, pointing it right at Prime.
“I think the other Ricks would like to see this, how this stupid, terrible, disgusting bastard, the man who thinks he’s better than us all, better than his family, is nothing but a fucking messy slut. Maybe I’ll invite some over to have their fun with you too. You’ve been needed to be knocked down a peg for a while. I will break you till you can’t even remember your name. You don’t deserve death, you deserve a nice slow torture while I destroy your mind, your body, till there is nothing left, only then can you finally die. Now, finger yourself.” He said, starting the video.
Prime had never felt this way before, and after Rick’s dialogue it was really starting to set in, a fear of helplessness that he might actually be royally fucked here.
He sniffled and dipped two fingers into himself, gasping and whining like a pornstar already, his thumb shifted to stroke against his erect nub.
It felt so good to get off, but terrible at the same time. The piss was uncomfortable, he could smell it on his face, and now Ricks from all over, not just C-137 would see him in this awful state. More tears rolled down his cheeks as he shoved a third finger in himself, spreading out his fingers stretching out his tight pussy. He was so unbelievably soaked, once he started to pump his fingers in and out of himself in a ruthless fashion, obscene wet noises came from him. He tilted his head back, gasping and moaning like he wasn’t ashamed of how good it truly felt. His legs shook, keeping his eyes on Rick’s face, his eyes on him truly getting him off like nothing else.
Even all the bad parts of this eventually added to it, how messy he was, how disgusting he was, how many people this would spread to, how he truly was C-137’s toy. He kept on pumping, only getting progressively quicker, every touch to his nub from his thumb making his body twitch with force. Then finally, he could feel it building up and he chased that feeling till he finally cried out, his pussy clenching around his fingers with a vice. His body tensed up before slowly easing into a more relaxed and lazy state, very slowly he pulled out his digits, soaked with his own fluids.
Rick scoffed and turned off the camera, he truly couldn’t wait to share that around. He tucked his phone away, grabbing a towel with some soot on it and tossing it towards Prime “Now clean up your mess.”