Saturday morning Ethan woke to the faint burn of humiliation still lingering in his chest. The marker on his thigh had faded to a ghostly outline, but his skin felt hypersensitive everywhere the razor had touched—pubes, ass cheeks, hole completely smooth. He showered, the water sliding over bare skin like a reminder, his cock twitching at the memory of Caleb's voice, the dare, the taste. His phone buzzed mid-shower: Caleb's DM. Mall at 1. Food court. Loose shorts. No underwea