Mr. Mendes struggled to break free of Ric's grip, shocked by the strength of the 13-year-old boy.
"Let me go!"
"Don't be like that, Frankie," Ric warned in a low tone.
"Hold on, guys," Marco said.
The large man moved toward the older youth and the struggling kid. "I think maybe this little guy could use a bath before you put him in clean clothes," Marco said, noting how sweaty and grimy the kid looks.
"That's a good idea." Ric grinned as he spoke. Then, he whispered some strange words again.
Mr. Mendes felt something like cold fingers sliding through his brain.
Ric released him, but then he felt Marco's huge hand crush his little hand in its grip. Mr. Mendes tried to pull away as he looked up.
"Marco, it's..."
His throat constricted. No matter how hard he tried, he could not produce the words to tell Marco the truth.
Ric must have cast another spell on him!
"Let's go, little man!"
Marco again swept his little boyfriend into his burly arms.
He carried him into the bathroom. He sat him on the toilet seat as he started some water in the tub.
Mr. Mendes glanced around the room. Everything looked so huge. The roar of the running water filled his brain.
Suddenly, he saw Marco stand and removed his T-shirt as a precaution against getting splashed during the process of giving the little boy a bath.
Mr. Mendes looked up in amazement at his boyfriend's wide chest and broad shoulders. The bare torso just screams power and authority, everything that he is now sorely lacking.
The tub is nearly filled with warm water. "In you go," Marco said.
Mr, Mendes tried to stop him. "No, please."
"It's just water, little man," Marco said, plunging him down into the bath.
With his big arms, Marco eased him down into the water.
Despite his initial resistance, the warm water does feel welcoming.
Suddenly, he feels his body moved into position. Marco has produced a washcloth. He used it to start scrubbing the little kid's body.
To his horror, Mr. Mendes felt himself growing hard as Marco washed around his groin.
Marco laughed softly to himself at the boy's little reaction.
He made Mr. Mendes feel so much worse.
Then, with his strong arms, he turned him around again, scrubbed him with the cloth, sliding it between the crack of his little butt.
Mr. Mendes gasped. He felt himself continue to grow harder from all of Marco's attention to his diminished little body. But, only diminished in size. All his feelings, his sensations, seemed magnified, more intense.
Suddenly, Marco handed him a bar of soap.
"You keep scrubbing, all right, while I go get you some clothes?"
Mr. Mendes took the soap and nodded mutely.