Lies and thermometer

Arian woke up in his luxurious room, feeling the morning rays filtering through the heavy velvet curtains of a warm burgundy hue. Everything was filled with a half-asleep silence, undisturbed by any sound. Without his parents, the house seemed especially spacious and empty. They had once again left on a journey, leaving everything in the care of the butler, Wright—a man of impeccable taste, taciturn, always restrained and punctual. Arian didn't want to get up. At seventeen, in his final year, he felt no inclination to think about school. He faced another ordinary school day, which meant endless lectures, tests, and meaningless conversations with classmates. Today, more than ever, he wanted to stay home. He decided: he would try to deceive Wright. Arian lay in bed, trying to look paler than usual. His slender body and delicate features easily lent themselves to the role of a "sick teenager." His chestnut hair stuck out in all directions after sleep, and his gray eyes were half-closed, as if from fatigue and heat. He pinched his cheeks, bringing an unhealthy flush to them. The door creaked open, and Wright appeared on the threshold. "What's wrong, Arian? Why are you still in bed? It's time to get dressed and have breakfast," his voice was even and calm, with a hint of displeasure. Wright was about twenty-five. He was tall, slim, always impeccably dressed—dark jacket, snow-white shirt with cufflinks, polished shoes to a shine. His demeanor exuded aristocratic bearing and the ability to hold himself with dignity. His black hair was neatly combed back, his face stern with a straight nose, slightly pursed lips, and an attentive gaze from deep black eyes. His hands, though strong, always moved with the precision and softness of a servant accustomed to handling precious objects, elegant long fingers that could easily belong to a pianist. "I... can't get up," Arian rasped, pulling the blanket up to his chin. "I feel weak and feverish." Wright approached closer. His eyes narrowed. "Cold? And how convenient—right before a test." "Yes... " Arian sighed softly. "I have difficulty breathing... my head is spinning..." He tried to prop himself up but barely flinched and sank back onto the pillows, feigning exhaustion. For a few seconds, Wright was silent. Then he nodded briefly, almost reluctantly: "Alright. I'll call the school and let them know you won't be coming." He turned and left, closing the door behind him soundlessly. As soon as the footsteps faded, Arian broke into a satisfied smile. His plan had worked. He stretched, settled comfortably under the blanket, and closed his eyes, anticipating a free day. No school, no tests, no tiresome explanations. Thoughts of movies, games, and perhaps a walk in the garden—if he could avoid Wright's watchful eye—filled his mind. This day promised to be much more pleasant than all the previous ones. Arian had always lived as he pleased—capricious, free-spirited, he was used to getting everything without effort and arguing with anyone who tried to tell him what to do. Teachers, relatives, even friends—all eventually yielded to his stubbornness. No one could make him do what he didn't want. No one, except Wright. Strict, taciturn, almost frighteningly calm—he didn't even command, but his gaze and subtle reproach worked more powerfully than any shout. And although Arian would never admit it aloud, only before Wright did he feel not quite the master of the situation—but someone who wanted to be good, at least in his eyes. That's why it was very embarrassing to lie to him. Arian hoped with all his might that the deception would not be exposed. The butler returned soon. In his hands was a large tin box with an emblem of a snake coiled around a chalice. Wright placed the box on the nightstand and took out a small tube and a thermometer. Arian watched with growing trepidation as Wright prepared the tools for the examination. He didn't expect that he would decide to check his condition so thoroughly. "What are you doing?" he asked, trying to hide his anxiety. "Lie on your stomach, pull down your pants. I need to take your temperature." Arian blushed. He hadn't expected such a turn of events, but he didn't dare argue, understanding that it would only raise suspicions. He slowly turned onto his stomach, pulling down his pajama pants to his knees. "Mainly, don't clench up, or it will hurt. The thermometer will easily enter your rectum." He smeared the tip with Vaseline, parted the rounded buttocks, and carefully inserted the thermometer into the tender anus. Arian felt the cold metal and couldn't help but tense. He hadn't expected the examination to be so... intimate. His heart raced, and his cheeks burned. It seemed that every millimeter the thermometer entered caused a rush of heat and embarrassment. "There. Now we just have to wait." Arian lay motionless, trying to distract himself from the strange sensation inside. Pale, with smooth skin, he now flushed like never before. In that moment, he first thought that he shouldn't have skipped school. Wright removed the thermometer, squinted, looking at the youth. "It shows that your temperature is normal." Arian's heart skipped a beat. Had Wright noticed his deception? He slowly turned his head and looked at the butler from under his brows, trying to sound more confident. "Strange, I feel very bad. My head is spinning, and I want to sleep." Wright looked at him intently. "Apparently, the temperature will rise later, that sometimes happens. Spread your legs wider," he took the first aid kit in his hands. Arian obediently followed the command, but inside him panic set in. He tried to convince himself that this was just an examination, that Wright was simply doing his job, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the situation was becoming more and more humiliating and degrading. In Wright's hands appeared a jar of ointment, he generously scooped some onto his finger. "This is a medicine for strengthening immunity based on ginger, absorbed rectally. Breathe deeply, it will burn." A hand moved a buttock, exposing the passage. A finger slowly slid into the narrow anus of the youth for about one and a half phalanges. Arian hissed, feeling the burn of the ointment. It hurt, but more than anything, it humiliated him that Wright was doing this as if it were something completely mundane, as if it happened every day. The youth clenched his hands into fists, trying to distract himself from the discomfort. "Relax, there's nothing to it, just treatment," Wright spoke calmly. "Now I will distribute the ointment, the larger the surface area, the faster the absorption." And he began to move his finger inside, penetrating deeper. Arian bit his lip, trying not to whimper from the sensations. It was so embarrassing that he wanted to disappear through the floor. How would he now be able to look Wright in the eyes?.. But he didn't dare resist. Finally, the finger slipped out, but the relief was short-lived. The ointment began to burn unbearably. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to start whimpering. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Fuck!" Arian couldn't help exclaiming, feeling as if his ass was on fire. A strong hand gave his buttocks a slap. "Don't express yourself like that, it's not becoming of a gentleman." Arian choked on air; it was quite painful. He whimpered, feeling his cheeks burn. "Sorry, Wright..." he rasped, trying to control his voice and not burst into tears. His lips trembled. Wright smiled encouragingly, patting him on the back. His voice sounded soothing: "Shh, shh... It will pass, everything will be fine. You will recover quickly, and the burning behind will end in an hour or two..." Arian whimpered again, feeling helpless and weak under the touch of Wright's strong hand. He tried to calm down, but his body wouldn't obey, and tears flowed down his cheeks. "Painful..." Arian moaned almost inaudibly, burying his face in the pillow, "please..." "What?" "Please, stop... It hurts very much, I can't just lie here, it's painful." Wright spoke calmly and softly. "But I have finished. The ointment is already working in your body." "But it's burning behind..." Arian whimpered, clutching the sheets with his hands. "I can't just lie here, it's painful." "It's necessary. You could have used an enema or ice to stop the ointment's action, but the ointment must remain inside, you are sick," Wright said calmly and softly. Arian whimpered softly, burying his face in the pillow. Now he regretted pretending to be sick. It hurt, it was embarrassing, and he desperately wanted Wright to stop it. He just lay there, whimpering from time to time. He felt simultaneously embarrassed, offended, and... hot. Thoughts became confused, his body felt too sensitive. He felt a strange thrill from the fact that Wright saw him so vulnerable and helpless. The pain seemed to intensify. The youth couldn't take it anymore. "God, Wright, please do something. I lied, I am completely healthy. Remove, please, this burning shit from my ass!" Wright snorted, and a slightly predatory gleam appeared in his eyes. "So you deceived me?.. Arian closed his eyes, not daring to look at the butler. "Yes," he answered softly, feeling like a complete bastard. But the pain still burned like fire, and he desperately wanted Wright to stop it. "Alright, I will remove the ointment from you." Wright took out an enema from the box. Arian looked at the enema in horror, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He hadn't expected everything to end like this, but he couldn't bear this burning pain any longer. He moaned softly: "Please, do it quickly, please... It hurts..." "Very quickly won't work," Wright replied sternly. He filled the enema with some solution. Arian lay motionless, trying to suppress panic. He felt shame, humiliation, and helplessness, but all of that was nothing compared to the burning pain in his rectum. He clenched his hands into fists, waiting for the next humiliating and painful touch from Wright. "Spread your legs wider. It won't be very pleasant, but you have to endure it. The solution needs to dissolve the ointment." He inserted the lubricated tip of the enema into Arian's anus. Arian whimpered, feeling the cold touch and the increasing tightness inside. It was embarrassing, painful, everything inside was bursting, but he tried not to resist, so everything would end sooner. Wright patted him on the back and softly cooed: "A could have been in school now. Laughing with friends during breaks... I understand that it's unpleasant, but this is completely the result of your actions. Don't clench up, the whole solution needs to be inside." Finally, the enema was removed. "You need to lie down for about ten minutes before rushing to the toilet." Arian lay motionless, trying to calm down. It still hurt, it burned, but it was already easier than before. He furtively wiped his cheeks and bit his lips. Inside, it felt uncomfortably tight and very wrong. It was horribly embarrassing. After some time, he couldn't hold back and asked: "Can I go to the toilet?" "Yes." Arian slowly lowered his legs from the bed, feeling his ass burn with fire. He shuffled to the toilet, occasionally stopping to catch his breath. He held his anus with his hand and walked slowly, waddling like a duck. Sitting on the toilet, he whimpered and breathed heavily, feeling the burning finally subside as his bowels emptied. After the toilet, Arian returned to the room completely exhausted: his eyes were red, his cheeks were wet with tears, and his ass still tingled. He felt so vulnerable, helpless, pitiful. He silently lay on the bed, burying his face in the pillow, trying to suppress sobs. The butler sat next to him, gently stroking his head. His strong hands with prominent veins carefully combed through the youth's long strands. "Rest, lie down, then have breakfast. And then I will punish you for the deception." Arian whimpered, not lifting his face from the pillow. He wanted to resist, but he simply didn't have the strength. He wanted to apologize again, but pride and shame didn't allow him to do so. He just lay there, whimpering. Wright easily picked him up, pressed him to his chest, laying his head on his shoulder. Arian didn't resist, burying his nose in Wright's collar. He wanted to cry into his chest, but Arian with all his might tried to suppress this desire. "How will you punish me?" he whispered timidly. "Spank you," Wright replied calmly. Arian's heart skipped a beat. He felt simultaneously horror, shame, and... excitement. He imagined how he would lie across Wright's knees, receiving one blow after another... It was hard to say what Arian felt more in that moment—fear of punishment or thrilling anticipation. He whispered, lowering his gaze: "Will it be very painful?" "Yes, I won't spare you. You need to learn to accept the consequences of your decisions," the man said, stroking him on the back. Arian whimpered, trying to ignore the strange sensations that settled in his body. It was scary, embarrassing, but he couldn't help but recognize that something else, something dark and dangerous, was awakening inside him. "I... I deserve punishment," he whispered almost inaudibly. The break passed quickly. Embracing, tears on Wright's shoulders, conversations, and a light breakfast. The anus was almost completely recovered, only inside something still gurgled a little. Each step still caused discomfort, but Arian tried to keep his composure. He silently ate breakfast, absorbed in his thoughts. Wright seemed completely unfazed. He calmly sipped tea and read the newspaper. It was hard to believe that not long ago he had inserted a youth's finger with ointment into his anus. "Let's go upstairs," Wright commanded when about forty minutes had passed after breakfast. Arian swallowed, his breath caught. He obediently stood up and followed the butler upstairs. "Go to your room and undress, I'll be right there." Arian silently went to his room, feeling his knees tremble. He closed the door, silently took off all his clothes, and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the butler. He entered with a wooden paddle in his hands. "Paddle"—the word flashed in Arian's memory. Arian had never been spanked before. His heart raced even faster. He swallowed, feeling his mouth dry. He saw how Wright approached him, and he couldn't decide what frightened him more: the pain or... excitement. "Assume the kneeling-elbow position on the bed." Arian obediently followed the command. He got down on all fours, feeling his knees sink into the soft mattress, tightly clutching the sheets with his fingers, trying to calm his ragged breath. His heart pounded like mad in his chest. "Count the blows, there will be thirty." Wright took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves. Arian looked back at his beautiful hands. He felt that the room suddenly became too quiet. Everything inside tightened from anticipation. "One..." Arian whispered weakly as the wooden paddle landed on his buttock. It became hot, the pain was still weak. "Two, three..." He tried to hold on, but he already had trouble controlling his breath. Each slap burned the skin, but it brought a strange pleasure. The blows continued, rhythmic and painful. "Fifteen..." Arian whimpered. He gripped the sheets even tighter, feeling hot tears well up in the corners of his eyes. But he didn't want Wright to stop, though he felt that he could hear his pleas. He looked at Wright. The man was extraordinarily handsome: concentrated face, tense strong hands. In his eyes, a dark gleam that Arian had never noticed in the butler before. "Twenty, twenty-one," Arian could no longer hold back tears, they just flowed down his cheeks, the pain was too strong. The youth didn't know how much longer he could endure. Excitement only intensified, the most humiliating thing was that Wright couldn't help but notice it. He looked at Wright. The man was extraordinarily handsome: concentrated face, tense strong hands. In his eyes, a dark gleam that Arian had never noticed in the butler before. "Twenty-nine, thirty..." finally whispered Arian almost inaudibly. Wright put down the paddle, took a cooling ointment from the first aid kit, and rubbed it on the much-suffering buttocks. Arian whimpered, it still burned like fire, but the ointment brought some relief. Strong hands lifted him, sitting him astride Wright's knees. The man hugged him tightly, ignoring his nakedness and excitement. "You did great." Arian buried his face in Wright's chest, feeling the smell of his skin. It was hard to control emotions, he felt simultaneously humiliated, vulnerable, but at the same time—protected. He tightly clutched Wright's shirt with his fingers, as if wanting to make sure that he wouldn't disappear, dissolve into the air. Only now, when the pain had slightly subsided, did Arian realize his strange feelings more clearly. He tightly clutched Wright's chest with his fingers, slowly pulling away to look into his face. The butler looked at him with a tender smile. Arian's heart skipped a couple of beats. It seemed that Wright read his thoughts. The youth bit his lip and quietly asked: "Can I... can I ask you something?.. "Ask. I don't mind comforting you after the spanking." Feeling his heart racing, Arian swallowed and still dared to ask an impudent question: "I can sleep in your room tonight?.. Just this one night, please. It's just... I feel very lonely lying down alone now..." he knew that asking for such a thing was too bold, but he couldn't resist the desire. In Wright's eyes, playful sparks flickered. Arian felt his breath catch. The man was obviously not indifferent, his words only confirmed this: "If you don't change your mind by evening, I agree." The youth quietly whispered: "I won't change my mind, I promise." Arian remained lying in bed, replaying the humiliations of the day in his memory. Again and again, the cold thermometer and the burning ointment flashed before his eyes, the sounds of the paddle echoed, the pain on his buttocks, the tears on his cheeks, the whimpers, the shame and... the embarrassing excitement. Everything was mixed up, and Arian could no longer separate one moment from another. But more than anything, he remembered Wright's strong hands, which held him tightly, protected him like something fragile, valuable, belonging to him and only to him. *** In the evening, Arian himself entered Wright's room. He was sitting in an armchair and reading. Seeing the youth, he smiled tenderly. "So you didn't change your mind after all..." Arian felt his breath catch when Wright looked at him with his unperturbed gaze. It seemed that he knew all his secret desires, all his thoughts and feelings. The youth quietly closed the door and took a few uncertain steps towards the armchair. "No," he answered almost inaudibly. "I didn't change my mind." Wright closed the distance in two steps and kissed his bitten lips. Arian closed his eyes and allowed this tender moment to completely overcome him. He wrapped his arms around Wright's neck. His heart pounded wildly from the kiss, from the closeness, from the realization that now Wright saw his weakness, his vulnerability, but still... "You caused me too many unpleasant sensations today," the man said. "Undress, I hope I can compensate for it." Arian nodded, feeling his heart racing wildly. He slowly took off his clothes, feeling Wright's gaze on him. His buttocks were marked with red from the paddle. Wright took off his shirt, revealing a harmoniously muscular body. Arian's breath caught, his thoughts fled, and he allowed himself to be led to the bed and laid on his stomach, drifting in a blissful trance. Wright took a bottle of oil and poured some on his hands. Rubbing them together to warm the oil, he gently touched Arian's neck, beginning to massage his muscles. The youth felt the tension leave his body. It was indeed very pleasant to feel strong fingers on his body, massaging, caressing, and soothing. He bit his lip, trying to suppress the moans that wanted to escape. Wright moved lower, slowly massaging the muscles of his back. "You are amazingly beautiful, Arian." "I am very glad to please you specifically." Speaking was difficult, the words came with effort. Arian moaned softly. Wright undressed completely. Tall, slender... Seeing his member, the youth averted his eyes and blushed deeply. Wright sat on Arian's thighs, beginning to gently knead his spanked buttocks. Arian's entire body seemed to be covered in goosebumps. It was painful and very pleasant. He moaned softly, feeling the heat of the body sitting above, and gently lifted his hips, asking for more. Wright leaned over him, bent down, and kissed the base of his neck. His hard, hot member slid along the cleft between his buttocks. Arian whimpered, feeling his heart stop. There were too many sensations at once: pain, tenderness, desire, and shame. He lifted his hips again, wanting to feel more heat, more closeness. "Please," he whispered almost inaudibly. Wright moved down, parted his buttocks, and began to eagerly lick his tense anus. Arian gasped in surprise. His heart pounded in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, moaning loudly, uninhibited. His anus burned, his member painfully pressed against the mattress, and it was very embarrassing. "Oh, my God..." he groaned, unable to say anything more. His voice sounded hoarse. There were too many sensations, he could no longer control his body, and desire became too strong. Wright's tongue either caressed the thin skin between his buttocks or penetrated inside, spreading his tight walls. Arian moaned, writhed, his voice sounded very pitiful: "Wright, please... I want more." The man pulled away. An oiled finger slowly slipped inside. Arian whimpered softly, bit his lip so hard that he tasted the metallic taste of blood. It was painful and ticklish, he clenched around the finger, but wanted it more than anything in the world. "I need you," he said with a break in his voice. Wright carefully stretched him. Gently, tenderly. His lips kissed the red marks on his buttocks. Arian whimpered, his fingers clenched into fists, he buried his face in the pillow, trying not to moan too loudly. Each movement of Wright's finger resonated in his body with a new wave of heat and pain, he wanted more, he wanted everything. "I'm ready," he whispered hoarsely. "Please, I know that..." "No, Arian. You, innocent creature, have no idea what pain can be without proper preparation. Trust me." And Wright continued his tender torment. Arian's body arched up, his breathing became ragged. It was unbearable to want, unbearable to feel, not wanting to wait and delay in this torment of desire. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't let them flow, clenching his lips tightly. "Yes, yes, I trust you. God... I trust you completely. But it's so hard... I need you!" A few more agonizingly slow minutes passed before Wright removed his fingers. "Try to relax your ass, exhale, and trust me," the man whispered above him, and Arian felt his anus open under the pressure of the slippery head. He whimpered, feeling this new experience for him. It was painful, but he tried to relax, trying to focus on his breathing. "I trust you, I trust you, I..." Arian said through whimpers, like a mantra. Each movement of Wright's sent sparking waves through his body. He was still in pain, but along with the pain, his body was overcome with an incomparable desire. Wright made pauses, letting him get used to it, gradually penetrating deeper. Arian's heart raced wildly, and his body shuddered violently. He still whimpered, burying his face in the pillow, and didn't dare look back for a while. "This... hurts," he whispered hoarsely, "but, I want more. I already... I can take more, please..." Wright began to move slowly inside him. Arian whimpered, feeling warmth slowly fill him. Pain still pierced him with electric sparks, he clenched his fists, trying to calm his own body. He didn't know how long he could endure, but the only thing he wanted was for this feeling to last forever. Wright picked up the pace, whispering passionately and hoarsely in his ear, usually calm, now he was on fire and made the youth burn under him. "Such a tender, such a bad boy... Skips school. Next time, I'll punish you with rough sex so you know how to deceive your elders." The words sounded too hot, and Arian whimpered with each of them. He never thought that such humiliation could excite him so strongly. "There's no need to wait for the next time," he answered hoarsely. "Be rougher now." And Wright tightly gripped him, wrapping his arms under his chest, pressing him tightly to himself, moving so fast that his head spun, wanting to cry out, sob, and laugh from this pain, ecstasy, and freedom. Arian couldn't hold on anymore, his body itself yielded to the fast movements. Breathing became difficult, he buried his face in the tear-soaked sheet, digging his nails into Wright's forearms. "Do you want to feel my semen inside you, my bad boy? I think this will be an even better punishment for skipping class than the spanking." Arian's voice sounded hoarse, the words came with effort. Everything around was drowning in fire. "I want... Please, Wright, I need this," he groaned hoarsely. The man moved with sharp thrusts, Arian felt a new heat, tingling, tightness, shame inside. He had never felt so depraved. Arian felt like he was drowning, losing himself, but along with that, he felt warmth and lightness. He heard Wright's ragged breathing behind him, felt every touch of his body, and it was completely crazy, indecent pleasure. Wright pulled out, drops of semen landed on Arian's buttocks and flowed out of his stretched anus. The man lay down next to him and pulled the youth onto his chest. Arian buried his nose in Wright's muscles, trying to calm his heart. His whole skin still burned with fire, and his body shook with a faint, aching tremor. He felt exhausted but happy. He tightly clasped Wright's hair with his fingers, as if wanting to make sure of the reality of what was happening. "Lie on your back, you didn't come," the man softly commanded. Arian obediently rolled onto his back, still breathing heavily. His flushed face was covered with a blush, his lips were wet, his eyes shone in the darkness of the room. He looked at Wright from below, waiting for the next instruction. Wright placed his hand on his member, eagerly stroking, and brought his face close to his ear, softly whispering, scalding the skin with his breath: "Do you like being put in your place, my bad boy? Do you like having your ass punished?" The words sounded so piercingly that you wanted to cry. He didn't dare look into Wright's eyes, and only wrapped his strong shoulders with both arms even tighter. "I deserved punishment for skipping classes," he whispered hoarsely. "But... I still... really enjoyed it." Wright stroked his member faster. The youth was on the edge. There were too many sensations at once. "Please... very soon... I can't hold on anymore..." he whispered hoarsely, burying his nose in Wright's collarbones. He tried to arch, whispered the name of his lover, emitting loud, high moans, and enjoyed his own shamelessness. He couldn't hold on any longer and with a loud cry, came, soaking Wright's hand, his own stomach, chest, a few drops even landed on his face. He tightly squeezed the lover's hand and relaxed on the pillows. "I'm going to fall asleep now." "Sleep, my dear boy. You did great," Wright licked the drops of semen from his lips and kissed them. He smiled wearily, feeling completely emptied. His whole body seemed to be filled with heaviness, but along with the feeling of fatigue came relaxation, warmth, an incredible feeling of protection, safety. He closed his eyes, feeling Wright wipe the semen off him with a damp cloth, cover him with a soft blanket, and stroke his hair. "Thank you. You take care of me too well," the youth whispered almost inaudibly.