“Good morning,” I cheerfully say.
“Good morning, Sir.”
Setting his food on the floor a little farther inside the bathroom than I did yesterday, I step back and wait for him to take it before I put the chair into position and sit. This morning he’s eating scrambled eggs, bacon, more bread, two bananas, and more ibuprofen. Overnight he ate the protein bar and finished the protein drink.
We talk more about what he survived from Elsa, and I ask more details about what the colonel did to him and to Carter.
I ask specifics about Eddie’s relationship with Carter, both while they were still with Elsa and after. Even though we covered some of this yesterday, I want to make sure his story doesn’t change, and to clarify a few points.
After he finishes, he winces and gets to his feet and washes the dishes in the sink and dries them.
“Set them on the floor by the sink.”
“Yes, Sir.” He does.
“Move your pillow and the blankets to the other side of the bathroom, so they don’t get wet, then sit back down.”
“Yes, Sir.” He does.
I toss him the wrist key first. “Unlock, remove the shirt, lock yourself up, and give me the key.” He does, and we repeat that for his sweatpants. He folds the clothes and neatly stacks them on the closed toilet lid.
“Into the bathtub. Don’t fill it as much as you did yesterday.”
He’s getting used to maneuvering while shackled and accomplishes it a little less clumsily this time. I don’t bother hiding how I look at his cock as he does. He’s not hard, but he’s not shriveled up, either. He’s flaccid and I suspect the comfort of having someone telling him what to do is starting to remind him of the good things between him and my little brother.
Once he’s in the tub, I stand, noting the flash of alarm in his gaze when I do. I hold up a hand. “Stay.” I reach into my back pocket and toss him a tube of lube. “Try to rub one out.” I stand there, arms crossed, waiting.
He stares up at me, lips doing that unintended fish thing for a moment as he tries to figure out what to say, finally settling on the only safe answer for him.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy! I know you might not be able to get it up under the circumstances, but like I told you, I will reward you.” I unbuckle my leather belt, letting him see that I’m doing it, and unfasten my jeans. I went commando this morning, and I’m already chubbed because I spent five minutes downstairs fluffing myself in anticipation of doing this.
He swallows hard as he watches me. “Your hand isn’t moving,” I tell him.
Red fills his face. “Sorry, Sir.” He squirts lube in his hand and grabs his cock.
“Good boy.” I pull another tube of lube out of my other back pocket and start stroking myself. “Watch me, boy.”
He does, his hand quickly settling into a rhythm as his cock grows. I step closer, knowing he’s distracted watching me.
Yeah, I’m a twisted fuck. I admit it. But imagining sinking my cock down his throat is what quickly gets me off only a few minutes later. He comes just as he sees me make it, and I’ve approached so close that I can spill all over him and the edge of the tub.
I step back safely out of range before he can recover. Rinsing my hands in the sink, I quickly tuck in and zip up. My cum’s splashed all over him, his hair, his face, and his wide gaze—as wide as it can be with his eyes still puffy—stares up at me in wonder.
“Later, if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you swallow that. For now, use your hand to get as much as you can and lick it up. Eyes on me as you do.”
He only hesitates a moment before he complies. I nod encouragingly as he does, smiling when he finishes.
“Thank you, Sir,” he says before I even order him to thank me.Fuck, he really is well-trained.
I owe Carter some cookies or something.
“Good boy! You’re very welcome. Take your bath, dry off, and get out.” I return to the doorway and stand there leaning against it, arms crossed, watching.
Once he’s finished I give him clean clothes to wear and we repeat yesterday’s process. If he continues progressing this quickly, I have no doubts I’ll be able to bind him to me.
I leave him alone until lunch, spend a little time chatting with him about his childhood, and then leave him alone in the house to run errands, returning just before dinner.
