My Bullies - Chapter Twenty-Eight

Caleb’s hand stayed on the back of Ethan’s neck as he guided him down the hallway, still completely naked, cock hard and dripping. The kiss in the living room had left Ethan dazed, lips swollen, mind spinning.

They stepped into the bathroom. Caleb flicked on the light, then the shower. Hot water hissed to life.

“Inside.”

Ethan stepped under the spray. Caleb followed, closing the glass door behind them. The steam rose quickly, filling the small space.

Caleb took the soap and lathered his hands. He started at Ethan’s shoulders, slow, deliberate circles, washing away the dried spit and pre-cum from the security office. His palms slid down Ethan’s chest, over his nipples, then lower — soaping the smooth, hairless skin where his pubes used to be.

“Look at you,” Caleb murmured, voice low and intimate against Ethan’s ear. “So smooth now. Like a proper little sissy. No more hiding who you are.”

His soapy fingers traced the freshly shaved skin around Ethan’s cock, then slipped behind to cup his ass. One thick finger pressed between the cheeks and slid inside without warning, deep and slow.

Ethan gasped, forehead falling against the wet tile.

Caleb worked the finger in and out, adding a second, curling them against Ethan’s prostate while he continued soaping the rest of his body — chest, stomach, thighs, even his feet.

“Much better this way,” Caleb whispered, fucking him gently with two fingers. “No hair to get in the way when I want to use you. You look like you were made for this.”

Ethan’s legs shook. His cock throbbed untouched, leaking steadily down the shower wall. Caleb kept the rhythm steady, deep, humiliatingly thorough, until Ethan was sobbing softly, hips rocking back onto the fingers.

“Please… Caleb… I can’t—”

Caleb pulled his fingers out.

“On your knees.”

Ethan dropped instantly, water cascading over his head. Caleb’s thick cock was already hard, heavy, right in front of his face. Ethan opened his mouth without being told.

Caleb slid in slowly, letting Ethan take him deep, throat opening easily after everything he’d been through. He fucked Ethan’s mouth with long, lazy strokes under the hot spray — not rushing, just using him.

Ethan sucked desperately, tongue working, eyes watering, but Caleb never sped up. He kept the pace controlled, pulling out every time Ethan got too eager.

After several minutes, Caleb finally pulled free.

He turned off the water.

Took a thick towel from the rack.

And dried Ethan like a doll — gentle but possessive, patting every inch of his smooth skin dry, even lifting his cock to dry underneath, then his balls, then spreading his cheeks to dry his hole.

When Ethan was completely dry, Caleb wrapped the towel around his own waist, took Ethan’s hand, and marched him naked down the hallway into Caleb’s own bedroom.

The door clicked shut behind them.