"You ain't too happy bout your room, are you kid?" He smiles.
"No, I'm not." You say tentatively.
"Wicked," A laugh erupting from him, "That'll motivate you some. Spose we should start with the essentials then dude, before breakfast. Strip."
You blush deeply, but obey. Removing your polo top to expose a pale, sunken, hairless chest. Your body sickly and thin, you shiver in the morning chill. Khaki's follow suit, falling to the ground in a clump. Your pencil thin thighs shivering. Totally devoid of body hair, it only seems to be colder. Laughing he comes over and spanks your non-existent, hanes covered, ass.
"All off boy."
Shivering in slight fury, much embarrassment, you drop the briefs. The blush creeping over your entire face, onto your neck. Inspecting you closely, he grunts, prods and pokes.
"At least you got some going for you," The thug says as he gripes onto your big, white uncut cock. You've always been proud of it, you consider it's size as a counterweight to your other under-performing physical attributes.
"If you are cold, all you gotta do is ask for new clothes." His tone is benevolent, "Don't ask nicely now, gotta start to sound something like what I want."
You look down meekly, "Um, can I have some boxers?" You think it's best to start small.
A fist strikes your shoulder, you reel, "Told you not to ask nice. Don't go not hearing my instruction."
Tears flowing, "Um... give me some boxers?"
No fist this time, but there's no boxers either. "Better, lets here you add the magic word..."
Confused, you stand there shivering and naked for a few minutes...