Page 248 of Bad for Me

Misha cries out and tries to turn away from the spray, but it’s a futile effort. His half-hard cock goes soft again as I continue to spray him down. When he’s thoroughly wet and I’ve soaked a loofah from the stream, I turn the water off.

Misha scrunches his eyes shut and clenches his teeth, but that doesn’t stop his skin from pebbling.

It’s satisfying, though I wish his skin was sporting goosebumps from something else entirely. Still, there’s time for that later. I squirt body wash onto the loofah and kneel next to him, ignoring the way my pants immediately get wet from the water.

I make sure to touch every part of his body, and I make note of any areas that get a particular reaction. Misha is trying so hard to lie completely still, but he’s in no shape to be suppressing his reactions. He gasps when I get my fingers in his armpits, and the way he bites his lips when I thumb his nipples is intoxicating. I find every single sensitive part that I can as I wash him, and by the time I’m done, Misha’s cock is half-hard once more.

“You really are nothing but a horny animal,” I tell him with a smirk.

Misha shakes his head, but for once, he doesn’t mouth off at me. He’s probably using all of his energy trying not to come.

I wash off the soap with slightly-warmer water, then reach for the shaving cream. “Time to get you nice and smooth.”

I squirt some of the cream into my hand, thoroughly covering his upper lip and chin where hair has started to grow.

“Eventually, I might let you do this on your own, but for now… I can’t trust you not to jerk off in the shower and try to deny me my fun.” I hold up the razor. “Now be still. I don’t want to nick that pretty skin of yours.”

I sort of wish I’d put a vibrating butt plug inside of him before we’d come into here so he’d have no choice but to squirm, but I suppose the first time I’m bathing him should be intimate and… notkind, particularly, but not cruel either.

Misha clamps his mouth shut while I work on shaving off the layers of hair on his face, and I end up placing his head on my lap to steady him. My pants get soaked, but I don’t care. I can feel every single aborted movement, every time he tenses, as I scrape everything away.

I can also see how his eyes are dilated, and his breathing is getting heavier. And, sure enough, his cock is fully erect.

This is almost too easy. Almost too good.

I’m going to keep him forever.

When I finally finish getting the last of the hair from his chin, I rinse him off more gently, using warm water. “Now that that’s done,” I tell him, running my finger along his smooth face, “time to get the wax. Have you ever experimented with wax before?”

Misha meets my gaze, but his eyes are foggy. “No?” he answers, more of a question than a real response.

How is he so fucking perfect?

“We’ll have to play with it sometime, then,” I tell him, keeping my voice to a murmur. I like him like this, almost at peace… but I’m also looking forward to hearing him scream when I rip his pubic hair out. This kind of waxing isn’t nearly as much fun as what I’d get for playtime. “But for now…” I lean down and tug at a few of his pubic hairs, hard enough to hurt. “Just be grateful I’m going to trim you before I wax your balls.”

Misha groans and turns his head to the side, but he isn’t complaining. I trim the hairs just enough to not be in the way, then I apply the wax from the waxing kit. Some of the wax spills onto his cock, and he squirms.

“Yeah. Just imagine what it’ll feel like when I rip it all off,” I say as I press one of the waxing strips down.

Once I have everything in place, I smile at him. Without giving a warning, I start to pull it off — slowly, painfully, taking my time as the hairs come up little by little.

He screams so beautifully.

It takes time to wax him, but it’s well worth it. He’s no longer hard, which isn’t surprising, but I know that when I play with him slowly and carefully, he’ll love it.

When I’m finally done, I leave everything there for one of the slaves to clean up. I rinse him off, admiring the way his muscles flex within the bondage.

“One more thing we have to do to get you completely clean,” I whisper. I should be more assertive, probably, but I’m completely hard already, and I have this beautiful man moaning and writhing for me. He’s long since stopped holding back, too, so I’m getting his raw reactions.

I grab the nozzle of the enema hose nearby, and this time, I am careful to adjust the temperature so it’s lukewarm. Maybe it’s too nice of me, but the cramps he’ll get when I force all this water into him will more than make up for it.

I swallow hard then use the soap to lube up the nozzle. It’ll burn like hell, and that’s fine, because as soon as his belly starts to swell from how much water I’m going to pump into it, I’m going to indulge the one craving I’ve had since all of this began.

Misha cries out when the water begins to trickle into him, and he shakes his head. “No. No, stop,” he moans. He jerks at the cuffs, but they’re secure enough to hold men twice his size. He shivers as he struggles against the intrusion, and I have to squeeze my cock to stave off a very embarrassing reaction.

“I’ll stop when I damn well want to,” I say hoarsely. It’s all I can do to wait, to watch, tolistenas the water starts to fill him. I turn the knob a little, letting it flow more quickly. I’m being impatient, but I want to get to the main event.

Misha groans and tries moving his legs. I push one thigh back down, watching as a cramp hits his abdomen. He cries out, still shaking his head. He’s sweating, too. He’ll probably need to be hosed down again when this is all over.

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