Professor Zyrix's private shower was more like an enormous fantasy sauna. For starters the room was huge, a large mirror on the left wall, and a circular basin set in the ground that looked like could hold an entire rugby team. Candles abound, that seemed to light themselves as Coal entered. In the far left corner was a semi circular wall, beautifuly tiled, with a showerhead lazily dripping with water.
Coal removed his clothes, noticing that the dancing shadows in this room almost stripped him themselves, and walked to the shower. He reached for the handles, but they managed to turn themselves, sinuey shadows twisting slowely around each porcilan nob. The warm water began to spray on Coals battered body. He turned and jumped a step back in fright, as he saw a huge twisted mass of darkness loom up the wall next to him, and drag a bar of spicy smelling soap across space to meet his skin. It began to slowely and deliberatly wash his body, lingering neither here nor there, making sure all of Coal was thoroughly cleaned.
As it moved the lather around coals shimmering smooth body, it began to tease his sensual areas. Two strands of smokey shadows began to twist thier way around his nipples, turning like slow wheels, methodicaly constricting tighter as they went. As the shadows massaged Coals plump butt, thick massess would lap past his hole, applying incredible pressure, but never quite entering. Another mass had begun to encase Coals now rock hard dick. Twisting, and massaging it from base to tip. The sensations were killing Coal, the shadows had him ready to be pounded, but denied him penetration, and ready to cum, but managed to stop just shy of an actuall orgasm. 20 minutes of this, and Coal was heaving breaths, and moaning uncontrolably, his tortured manhood begging for release.