“Hey there, sweet boy.”
I wasn’t sweet. I wasn’t anything.
“Come up, up we go.”
With a sigh, I rolled onto my side, then slowly pushed myself to sit. The world spun for a moment, and I almost dry heaved as I all but fell into Sir’s body.
“I got you.” He wrapped an arm around me, and as easily as ever, he picked me up.
Once in the bathroom, he placed me back down. Like times before, he positioned me in front of the toilet, and I had trouble releasing my bladder until he stood behind me, helping.
A deep blush covered my face, knowing that the boy – Asher – had to be watching.
I was so gone from being an average human I couldn’t even pee without being commanded or helped these days.
The tears didn’t stop, and Sir must not have cared.
Through blurry eyes, I watched my feet as Sir led me to the tub of water. Instead of helping me in, he just picked me up and stepped into the tub with me in his arms. My arms were slow to wrap around his neck as he sunk into the warm water.
Somehow, he moved me around, so my back was to his front. He let me lay there against him, the warm water helping to soothe the dull ache that was much more than just my torso.
As my tears slowly dried, finally, my head all but flopped against the man behind me. I was afraid to look to see the pattern that decorated my body this time around.
“I’m going to wash you. You are not to return the favor.”
I nodded. Even if he wanted me to, I didn’t think I could move. My arms were lifeless at my sides, almost floating up on the water. It took all my energy to try to keep them under the warmth of the water.
“That’s my good boy.” Sir’s quiet voice rumbled in his chest as he shifted a bit and got whatever he was after. Then, both hands were on me. One hand had a cloth, the other a bar of soap.
He ran both over every part that he could reach. The touch was soft, but hard enough to wash away the grime and smell of the past few days.
I had to smell horrible. Shame filled my entire being at remembering I had pissed my pants. More than once, I think. That part wasn’t as clear.
“I think Collin underestimated how much pain reliever to give you,” Sir spoke as he wiped away suds from my chest. “How’s your pain?”
“Uh…” it took my mouth too long to get words to work with me. Instead, I held up two fingers.
The pain was there but very much manageable.
“If it gets to a five, you will tell me.”
I nodded. This time, I would.
“Alright. Asher is going to help you out. I’ll be right behind you. No kneeling.”
“Yes, Sir.” My words came out slurring, but he heard anyway.
Slowly, Sir helped me to stand. He kept both hands on my hips, making sure I didn’t fall. My knees did threaten to buckle, but somehow I got them to keep me up. Then, one foot, then the other, I stepped out of the tub.
While Sir turned to drain the water, a towel was wrapped around me, and then the boy gently led me towards the counter where I could lean against it.
Even though I was hunched over, the boy was still shorter than me. At least he didn’t seem to be just skin and bones like I was.
My mind zoned out as Sir told Asher what to do. I was moved this way and that. Cotton pants slipped up my legs. A shirt was put over my head. Someone brushed out my crazy untamable hair.
Then, I was once again in Sir’s arms, only to be placed back on the bed as whatever drugs Sir had given me took full effect, making everything seem so far away and out of reach.
Chapter 23
