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Fox. “The fault is yours, Jaeger. I told you this at the beginning.”
    Roth clenched his jaw. “Just gimme my damned cigarette.”
    With Fox’s silent assistance, Roth finished his cigarette, then was settled back on the futon to sleep. He honestly didn’t think he’d be able to sleep at all, considering what was going to happen the next day, but surprisingly, he crashed almost immediately.
    A nightmare of mist and shadows that echoed with evil laughter jarred him awake sweating and chilled. He opened his eyes to nothing. He was still blindfolded. He panted, his heart pounding, unsure if he was still trapped in his nightmare.
    A warm body at his side shifted, and Fox spoke softly. “Nightmare, Jaeger?”
    Roth was pitifully grateful to find him there against his side. “Yeah.”
    Fox rolled toward him and threw an arm over his waist. “You are not alone.”
    Somehow, it was enough to ease him back into sleep.
    ~ * ~

 
     
    Five
     
     
    Roth’s day began with a rough shake of his shoulder and the scent of food. He sat up groggily.
    One set of feminine hands pushed him into an upright kneeling position, while another set began sliding a robe onto his shoulders. It was tied at the waist.
    Fox settle before him. “Open your mouth and eat.” Roth’s breakfast consisted of rice and sliced fruit served at the end of chopsticks. He was given water to drink.
    Roth’s bladder began to protest. “I need to...”
    Fox chuckled. “Relieve yourself?”
    Roth nodded, his face heating.
    “Understood.” Fox scooped Roth up into his arms like a child and carried him...somewhere, not too far away. His robes were raised and he was set down on the basin of a very modern pull-chain flush toilet.
    Roth...did what he needed to do.
    He was pushed forward and cleaned.
    Roth’s face burned with humiliation.
    Fox lifted Roth back into his arms. “And now for your bath.”
    Roth blinked behind his blindfold. A bath actually sounded great, except... “Do you have to do that... other cleaning too?” Was he going to get another enema?
    “Of course.” Fox sounded disgustingly cheerful.
    Roth curled his lip, folded his arms, and tucked his chin. “Wonderful.”
    Fox chuckled. “But you will also get a full-body massage this time.”
    Roth couldn’t stop from asking. “Before or after?” His tone was surly, and he didn’t give a damn.
    Fox snorted. “After you are completely clean.”
    Roth huffed out a sigh. “Terrific.”
    Roth’s bath pretty much went the same as before; a thorough scrubbing followed by a soak, then carefully applied humiliation.
    While he was still trembling in shame, Fox laid Roth out on his belly. He straddled Roth’s hips and poured warmed sandalwood oil down Roth’s spine. His strong hands followed, kneading and rubbing Roth’s muscles from his shoulders to his ass and down each leg with incredible skill.
    Roth huffed out silent moans of sheer animal pleasure. Was there anything Fox couldn’t do?
    Fox rolled Roth onto his back and continued. “Are you enjoying your massage?”
    Roth sighed deeply. “God, yes.”
    “Good.” Fox’s hands massaged Roth’s shoulders and arms, then proceeded to his chest. His palms slid across Roth’s nipples.
    A tingle of carnal pleasure awakened in Roth’s nipples, and they hardened.
    Fox continued down Roth’s belly to his hips. His strong fingers dug deep into the crevice of his hip, right under the edge of his Apollo’s belt line.
    Carnal heat spiraled into Roth’s dick, bringing it to semi erection. He hissed in a breath.
    Fox grasped Roth’s cock in his oily hands and stoked slowly upward.
    Roth arched up from the floor gasping. Was Fox going to jack him off?
    Fox chuckled. “One final bit of preparation.”
    Roth stiffed. “What?”
    Fox slid something cold and hard down and around Roth’s cock. His strong fingers pushed it all the way down to the very base of Roth’s balls. It felt like a metal ring.
    Roth jerked up onto his elbows.