Elliot looks exhausted and still manages a smile. “Yeah. I like the couch, too.” He turns, but his gaze meets mine. “Roomy.”
I wink.
We tour the rest of the first floor, and Jordan shows him where everything is in the kitchen. I’ll probably be using it more than Elliot will, because he’ll default to eating nothing but cereal if he’s tired and doesn’t have ready-to-eat food put in front of him. He can cook pretty well when it’s the two of us together, but he doesn’t like making the effort for only himself. Stress only makes it worse. He defaults to an energy conservation kind of mindset, only doing the bare minimum of what he needs to survive.
That’s another reason I hope Jordan’s presence in his life will be positive. Because I can send Jordan over to cook for Elliot when I can’t be around. Maybe they can bond over food. Jordan’s an amazing cook and loves making his Mimi’s favorite recipes.
We finish the second-floor tour in the master bedroom, where I lock the door behind us, more to put Elliot’s mind at ease than out of necessity. There, I pull him into my arms and kiss him, fisting his hair and waiting until he starts to go pliant before I release him and snap my fingers, pointing at the bench at the end of the bed.
He sits.
I help him take his jacket off, handing it to Jordan. While he’s hanging that, I grab what I’ll need from the bathroom. Then I kneel in front of Elliot and remove his dress shoes and socks.
“Boy.” I snap my fingers and point to the floor next to me. Jordan practically materializes next to me.
I look up into Elliot’s eyes. “Let me take care of you tonight, pet.Please.”
He nods. Exhaustion has drawn deep lines around his eyes that aren’t usually present. He’s wearing his contacts, but I can tell from how red his eyes look that he needs to take them out.
In a minute.
I take his phones and wallet from him, set his alarm on his work phone, and put the phones on the chargers on the nightstand. I also set his wallet in the small tray there that Jordan made sure he had to keep track of everything from his pockets. I unfasten his pants and help him shrug off his suspenders. He rises enough I can ease his trousers down and off his legs. Tonight, he’s wearing boxer briefs, and I leave those on him for right now.
“Pay attention, boy,” I say, using firm Dom-tone with Jordan. I want him toknowthis. I show him how Duck functions, explain the importance of the different socks and where they go, what to look for on Elliot’s stump to make sure he’s not having any skin breakdown. I swab the sweat from his limb and inside the liner with the damp washcloth I retrieved from the bathroom, and then dry everything with a towel.
Through all this, Elliot watches and listens without speaking, his hands curled around the front of the bench. I’m well aware Jordan is the first person besides me, who’s not medical personnel, who’s been this intimate with Elliot. Make no mistake, this is intimacy, for Elliot. It’s a trust issue for him.
I look up at Elliot. “Stay, pet.” I have Jordan gather everything and carry it into the bathroom, show him how to wash it all, and once everything’s taken care of, we return to the bedroom.
Then I point to a spot on the rug just off the far corner of the bed and look at Jordan, handing him my personal cell phone. “I want you hook this up to the speaker, then I want you naked and kneeling over there, sitting up, hands behind your head. Don’t move or speak unless I tell you to once you’re in position.”
He nervously licks his lips and nods. My good boy is even good like that. Most might reflexively say, “Yes, Sir,” in response to my order, but Jordan knows what I want from him.
Total obedience.
He always gives it, too. Perfectly.
I turn and position Elliot’s walker before I start unbuttoning his shirt. “Master,” he whispers. “I—”
“Shh.” I kiss him as I finish unbuttoning his shirt and remove it. Then his undershirt, leaving him in his underwear.
I hold out my hands, wiggling my fingers at him.
Elliot takes my hands and I help him stand before putting his walker in front of him. The music starts playing as I lead Elliot into the bathroom, where he takes his contacts out and takes care of business. I’m still fully dressed, for now.
When we emerge from the bathroom, Jordan is exactly where and how I want him, waiting for my next command. I’m watching Elliot’s face when he spies Jordan kneeling there. My boy’s cock is semi-erect, and he looks fucking gorgeous. I spot the bracelet on Jordan’s right wrist and smile. I wondered if I’d have to spank him for taking it off, but he didn’t.
Again, he’s my very good boy.
Glancing down, I see Elliot’s boxers start to fill in.
Excellent. I was hoping for a positive reaction. No, I’m not going to force them together tonight. But I need to desensitize Elliot to Jordan’s presence. I need Elliot comfortable with Jordan, especially at his most vulnerable of times. He needs to learn he can count on Jordan every bit as much as he can count on me.
Once Elliot’s next to the bed, I strip his briefs from him and wrap my fingers around his increasingly stiff cock. “You were so good today, pet. I bet you’d like a reward, wouldn’t you?”
I note the way his gaze flicks over to Jordan before returning to me. “Yes, Master,” he whispers.
“You don’t have to worry about Jordan hearing you, pet.” I squeeze his cock and it finishes hardening in my hand. It’s been weeks since my pet’s had what hereallyneeds. “He’s going to hear you make some interesting noises in a few minutes.” I release his cock and reach out, planting my hand squarely in the middle of his chest and shoving, hard.
