For now, Daniel knew he had to play along. He consoled himself by saying this was only until he could sneak Kyle's phone. Kyle lifted him up with ease and sat Daniel on the counter while he filled the tub. Daniel hunched over, doing his best to cover his naked body.
"I can bathe myself," he tried, voice shaking.
Kyle laughed. "You think so? You aren't even potty trained."
"Yes I am!" Daniel squeaked. Kyle laughed, shutting the water off and picking him up with ease again. Daniel felt small in his arms.
He was lowered into the bath, and then - Kyle's phone was out, snapping photos of Daniel in the bath before he could cover any of his important bits. "I bet lots of people will wanna see this. Everybody's always wondering what you're hiding under those stupid boy clothes, like they convince anyone." Kyle grabbed a bar of soap, kneeling by the tub.
"Please don't," Daniel begged, trying to pull his knees up to his chest. Kyle ignored him, soaping up a washcloth and starting to roughly scrub Daniel's tits, groping them through the thin cloth.
Daniel should be struggling more, should be resisting his own humiliation. Instead, when Kyle started to play with his tits, he let out a loud moan, rubbing his thighs together. Without Daniel's knowledge, the spell was working to make him aroused by what should have been his most shameful moments.
Kyle is extra thorough as he cleans Daniel, allowing the poor boy no modesty, forcing him into revealing poses to get more of his body. He lifted Daniel out of the tub and started to roughly towel him off, paying special attention to his breasts and scrubbing the towel roughly between his legs. "Alright. You wanna get dressed, Dorothy?" Daniel nodded, eyes squeezed shut in shame.
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