Dahmer reached over to the side of the wall with his left hand, his fingers pressing down on the digital control panel built into the edge of the tub. With a sharp mechanical click, the internal drainage valve opened up beneath them. A low, swirling gurgle echoed through the space as the water started reducing in height, the hot, jasmine-scented suds rapidly swirling down the drain until the deep basin was completely empty.
The sudden loss of the warm liquid left Malcolm entirely bare and exposed to the cool air of the bathroom. He lay stretched out against the white ceramic, his smooth, tanned skin slick with water and melting soap. Without the coverage of the water or the thick white foam, his dick was exposed to Dahmer entirely, throbbing violently and dripping a clear, heavy bead of pre-cum in the dim light.
