Chapter Fifteen
Gratefully, the warmth of the bath water soothes, the clamps biting and biting relentlessly. It has been explained that mercy is to be given... but not at one’s behest. Miss Marsha will decide upon release.
So I bathe Johnny as I have been trained, my homophobia once again needing to be stifled as I smooth the soap laden chamois everywhere... including his emaciated privates... for me a task I never thought possible.
“Remember, squeaky clean rectum, Andy,” the reminder coming as I caress the empty scrotum.
Since I am well admonished, feeling like a whipped puppy, I dare not inquire about the state of my chastity. The cockcage remains in place, no discussion, no hint as to its removal... for cleansing... for epidermic relief, the skin well chafed. Curious how the burning
