Harry had made sure to be out of the shed when his Aunt woke in the morning. He thought he would be released to come in and cook, but he was not. His Aunt had come out and ordered that he finish the fence and weeding before his Uncle got home, or he would get a serious beating and spend another night outside. Harry's mind kept going to his Uncle, and the night before. His Uncle had fed and given him a bed, and he had promised Harry he would be free. Harry didn't know what to expect, the man had never been nice to him, and this seemed wrong.
When his Uncle came home, and the hours passed, Harry was sure the night before had been a mistake. He was reminded of the bed still in there and that he had not eaten the cookie. And there was still some of the drink as well.
He heard his Aunt shout as she headed up stairs. "He can bathe with the hose the filthy beast."
It was a half hour later when his Uncle came out. "Where are you?"
Harry came out. "Here Uncle."
Vernon brought out a key. "Let's get you unchained."
Harry was terrified. "I didn't finish…"
Vernon cut him off. "You never could have, even if free."
Harry felt the collar slip off. "Thank you."
Vernon motioned him to follow. "You must be quiet."
Harry nodded. "Yes sir."
Harry didn't want to make the man angry, any more than his Aunt. He knew Vernon had a worse temper than his Aunt, when he was angry. Harry also knew that it seemed Vernon was the only source of food, or shelter, he may have this summer. He still wasn't sure he should trust the man at all, and he felt the same slight unease he had the night before, in the close confines.
Vernon was smiling to himself as he walked past his wife's bedroom door, and to the bathroom at the end of the hall. He could hear the television loud. The woman knew what was happening, and she wanted to be able to pretend it was not.
Harry was confused as the man took him into the bathroom and locked the door. "What are we doing?"
Vernon turned on the water. "I am sure you could use a shower."
Harry nodded. "I heard her."
Vernon nodded. "That is why I must stay in here. She thinks I am showering."
Harry went red. "I can wait."
Vernon turned the water to the shower. "Would you rather shower with the hose?"
Harry shook his head. "No."
Vernon motioned to the shower. "You are filthy."
Harry trembled as he began undoing his shirt. "Can you turn around?"
Vernon chuckled. "Nothing I have not seen before."
But the man turned around, and Harry scrambled out of his clothes and got into the shower. He knew he needed a shower, he was filthy and sore, but he had never had the man in the bathroom with him. He washed his hair, and he was reaching for the soap and sponge, when he heard the sound of the shower curtain, and tensed. He was shocked when he felt a hand along his back.
His Uncle was behind him. "Let me get your back."
Harry was red. "I can do it."
Vernon took the cloth. "Didn't it feel good last night Harry?"
Harry nodded. "I guess."
Vernon began soaping his back. "Just relax."
Harry was trying. "You will get wet."
The man chuckled. "That is the point. I am the one showering remember."
Harry felt the man press up against him and his hand went to Harry's front. "I can do the rest."
Vernon held Harry by the ass and began stroking him. "Just relax."
Harry bit his lip as the man continued to stroke him, and played with his balls slightly. Harry gasped as a finger pressed against his anus, but went no deeper. Harry grew redder and redder, wondering how far the man would go, but Vernon finished, and the hand on his ass and one on his cock left him, and Harry found himself turned around. He tried to avoid looking at his Uncle naked, but it was impossible.
Vernon handed him a cloth. "Your turn."
Harry looked at it. "Mine?"
Vernon switched places with Harry. "I need my back washed."
Harry looked like he never saw a cloth. "I…."
Vernon looked back. "You don't want to help me after I washed yours?"
Harry went red. "Yes."
Vernon smiled. "There's a good boy."
Harry washed the man's shoulders and back for him, but his hands stopped at the ass. "There."
Vernon took Harry's hand and placed it on his cock. "You missed a spot."
Harry had never touched another man. "I have never."
Vernon laughed. "You are just washing me, like this."
Harry found his hand moved up and down the man's cock, his hand held tight, so he could not let go. He felt the penis harden in his hand a bit, but his Uncle let him go, and allowed him to slip from the shower and dress. Harry was escorted to his bedroom, where he found some dinner waiting for him. He noticed it was not a simple sandwich, but again left overs from dinner.
Vernon went to leave. "Tomorrow your Aunt is going out. I think I will bring home a movie, I am sure you'd like the break."
