Dustin looked at her curiously and in confusion when he saw her get a strange looking almost oven mitt like thing. He stood very still when she got the wash cloth soap and began washing him. Whimpering at times because it hurt. He closed his eyes and tensed but did not make her stop. He opened his eyes but only flinched every so often. He watched her as she working around his neck, his shoulder, his arm and his side. Whimpering pitifully which told how uncomfortable this was for him. Still he did not stop. He was trying to show her he trusted her to some extent. It was so hard not to bolt though. So he settled for watching her. He winced and moved his hair to over his other shoulder when she moved behind him. He was ashamed of the mutilated way his back looked. His chest it was harder to see and the blows and torture happened most to his back and some on his sides. He tensed and untensed. "Why are you crying?" He asked in a strained voice. "No...finish...please...before...freak out." he said. Shaking a bit harder and closed his eyes. His body tense now and he could not relax it at all. He could no see her behind him. His breathing a bit erratic. He really didn't want pity and wasn't too certain on sympathy. Sympathy though was just a foreign concept. He flushed and looked at her in shock. He bit his lower lip and turned his face. "I...okay..." he said in an almost squeaked out voice. He slowly unbuttoned his pants. He pulled the zipper down. Staying facing away from her. Despite having lost his innocence awhile ago he was quite shy about his body. It had only been one time and he was not confident in himself at all. He let the pants fall to the ground after pushing them past his knees. His whole body a bright red color. He moved his hands in front of himself. The boxers were still on but for some reason he still wanted to hide himself. This was because he felt exposed. "Can I get...in fresh clothes?" He asked in a trembling voice.