Paul came slowly round, soft morning light streaming through a small window above the bed. He went to stretch, then stopped, restrained by the chain. Memories of yesterday's ordeal flooded through his clearing brain, bringing back his fears. He heard a key turn in the lock, the door opened and in walked Carlos, dressed only in a pair of cotton shorts, his hirsute body glistening with water droplets. "Good Morning Cara" he said cheerily, "sleep well?" Paul went to answer then stopped, looking at Carlos with fear. "Come, come Bambino, you may speak. In fact today the rules are different. You may speak at any time, as long as you are positive. No It hurts or Please stop. Do you understand?" "Yes Master" Paul sighed. Carlos untied his wrists, helped him to his feet and led him into another room via the corridor. It was a bathroom. Pointing to the toilet Carlos told him to remove the butt plug, use the toilet and shower. "When you are done press the button by the door once and we'll get on with the next stage." "Yes Master." Carlos left again locking the door.
Full of conflicting emotions, and a desperate need for the loo, Paul quickly took in his surroundings. The room was about 12 feet square, tiled all over, as well as the floor, in white ceramic tiles, apart from a large stainless steel shower with no curtain, with a shelf. Opposite was a floor to ceiling four foot wide mirror. There was the usual shower head with another hose running from it that finished in a 7 inch stainless steel rod with four rows of holes an inch apart running down it. He shuddered guessing what it was for. Sitting on the toilet, next to a bidet he reached back and removed the butt plug giving a jolt as it exited non too gently, he threw it into the shower and finished the job in hand. Afterwards he took a long hot shower wondering how was he going to get out of this mess and worrying because he knew he was beginning to like certain aspects of it. When he had finished he skimmed as much water off his young body he could and standing, trembling slightly, by the door he pressed the button.
He waited for what he thought was ten minutes, them pressed again. Ten seconds later the key turned and Carlos walked in, he was naked, his hair plastered over his body, he had obviously showered too. He glared at Paul, "WHAT WERE MY INSTRUCTIONS?" he shouted.
Totally confused Paul stammered "T t t t to use the toilet, um, to s s s shower and to push the button...Master" he added.
"To push the Button ONCE BOY" emphasised Carlos, "when are you going to learn to do as you're told? Much more of this and I will have to think about replacing you. You are an intelligent boy, think before you act or speak."
Paul started to tremble again, what did he mean replacing you what was his punishment to be? He felt totally lost and vulnerable once more. "Kneel in the shower facing the mirror, rest your head on your arms and get your white arse high in the air" Commanded Carlos. As Paul hurried to obey he went to a wall mounted cabinet, removing several items to the shelf, giving Paul a pad for his knees and a thick oblong of leather, "You may use that to bite on. This will punish you" he said, showing Paul a rubber hose about 18 inches long. "You will receive 10 strokes, you know what will happen if you ask me to stop in any way?" "Y y y yess Mmmaster, I d d deserve to b bbe punished for being d d disobedient" he stuttered, trembling and frightened, but beginning to think. And curiously he felt his cock stirring, God, am I beginning to enjoy this? he thought.
Carlos stood and admired the quaking boys beautiful bottom, so white against his tan, so smooth, totally hairless, well muscled, a true bubble-butt. Yes hair next he thought, raising his hand, bringing the hose down angled across it "One" Paul shot forward howling, he'd never felt pain like, tears streaming once more he bit deeply into the leather. Carlos continued to ten, Paul lay on the shower floor a sobbing wreck, his bum was on fire, the pain was excruciating and it felt as if his heart was beating in each tender cheek
Lifting him gently up Carlos held him rubbing his back, "All over now, you did well, I'm proud of you, but today there will be no balm, you must remember what happens if you don't obey" "T t t thank yyyou Master" sobbed Paul into his shoulder. "Look in the mirror." Paul turned his head and cried out, the lashes were turning to weals and Carlos had placed them so precisely that they looked like arrows pointing to his bum hole. "Feel them" he lightly touched one, wincing on contact. It was red-hot and so tender. "Thank you Master for giving me something to remind me to obey" Paul was learning fast! "Good boy, now for your enema." Carlos took a dollop of Vaseline from a jar on the shelf, rubbed it around the steel rod, took another dollop "Grasp the rail under the shelf and stick your butt out. I'll do this gently, I think your bum has had enough punishment, for the moment" Paul did as he was told and felt Carlos gently insert a finger into his boyhole, working it around until he relaxed, the finger was removed and the steel rod slowly inserted to it's full length. Paul's cock began to rise. "The water is body temperature," explained Carlos "hold it in until I tell you to let it out" turning on the tap. Strange emotions coursed through Paul's body as the water slowly filled him, he grasped the rail tighter as Carlos began to gently massage his distending belly. Just as he thought he would have to risk further punishment Carlos turned the tap off, still massaging his bulging belly "Hush, hush just a few more minutes, now clench" said Carlos, quickly pulling the rod out. Paul concentrated on keeping his boyhole closed as his stomach cramped. Carlos kept rubbing, murmuring encouragement in his ear. Paul thought he could hold on no longer, "O.K. now" Carlos said helping him up and to the toilet. Paul sighed in relief, his bowels exploding into the pan. This was repeated twice. By the fourth and fifth times Paul was totally at ease with it, and was allowed to drain out over the shower drain. "Well done Mi Cara, you are spotless inside, now for your hair!"
What hair Paul thought.He sported a # 4, short enough surely? Carlos knelt before him and applied shaving soap to his navel trail, his cock and balls. Paul went bright red and felt his balls disappear into his body, this what too much, but what could he do. Carlos picked up a razor and proceeded to expertly shave him, massaging his balls till they refilled out his sac, almost lovingly caressing them with the razor. Once again Paul felt totally humiliated, where would this end? Carlos stood, "Lift up your right arm" he shaved that "Now the left. Now turn around. Good, your arse is still perfectly hairless, so that pleasure will be mine when you're older." When I'm older? What does he mean Paul wondered. "Kneel" ordered Carlos. Picking up a pair of scissors he cut Paul's hair as short as he could, then he shaved his head bare. "I think I'll leave the eyebrows, this time. "Get under the shower and rinse everything off" Obeying instantly Paul stood under the warm water, it stung his bottom terribly and he began to whimper quietly to himself. When he'd finished he stood dejectedly looking at the floor. "Look at yourself in the mirror" Carlos told him, lifting his chin in his hand. Paul stared, fascinated, he looked about 14 years old, and his head seemed to be wearing a skull cap where his white skin contrasted with his suntan, he suddenly felt very sexy! "Beautiful, beautiful" Carlos whispered in his ear. He took his hand and led him into the corridor, then into the barn.
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