Chapter Thirteen
Russell
Ryan had come backfrom his L.A. trip mentally exhausted to the point that he physically felt the strains. He had been desperate for a release and trusted me to help him. I had agreed to it before he leftL.A.
When I opened the door to him, my heart squeezed. He was tired and weary, and had been lost at sea. He kept up with the waves and current until his body and mind could give no more. Fate had washed this young man up on myshore.
Aside from another set of bags under his eyes, I immediately noticed that he had a fresh mark upon his cheek. Perhaps from a ring.Did that fucking bitch lay a hand on him, or maybe his brother?I clenched my hands as he walkedinside.
His soul was on fire and he ached with need. It was a need that only I could satisfy, and I was happy to do it. Given his current state, I knew that I had to give him what he desperately needed. No mind fucking, no delays. I just needed to get him to the edge and give him therelease.
As he stood naked and waiting for instructions, I noticed his arms bore several scratches and a bruise here and there. I hoped to God those were from movingboxes.
During the session, he faded away on me twice. It took me calling his name a few times to get him to acknowledge me. Each time I touched his back, I felt him lean into my touch. He’s so hungry for it, but he’s not even aware that his body was seeking it out. I had to hurry and get him there because I couldn’t stand watching himsuffer.
It took every bit of strength for me not to pull him against me as he cried. I couldn’t confuse him with that. Not now. Not yet. The desire to hug him became almost impossible for me to avoid when I helped him stand. I knew he had an immediate need to feel clean, and after the kind of day he had yesterday, I wasn’t about to try a convince him that he didn’t need to rush off and clean himself up right away. That would come later. Right now was all about making him feel better. When I got him in the bathroom, I made the decision that I’d tend to him. Let him feel the care extended beyond the session. It would also be a reminder to him that I didn’t find his body or cum to be “dirty” or “bad.”
As I prepared a warm, soapy washcloth, I thought about how those vicious animals would whip him with wet dish towels. I had hoped that he wouldn’t be nervous about me coming toward him with a washcloth. Through the washcloth, I moved to his stomach and had massaged it a little bit. I knew he loved it. Each time I had touched his belly, he leaned into myhand.
“Russell,” hemurmured.
Hearing him say my name like that filled me withjoy.
I made sure that he ate plenty as he told me about his mom and brother. As I listened to him, my heart ached. I didn’t want him around those people. His heart was too kind and he forgives far too easily. Combined, that’s an open door for him to gethurt.
After he left, I sat in the spa with a glass of whiskey and contemplated. Today was a day that I had wanted to completely take control. I had wanted badly to hold him as he cried, and I had the urge to tend to him after as if he weremine.
Was Ryan Hudsontheone?
I was almost certain that he was. I’d test that at my next party, but I was willing to bet every cent to my name that Ryan Hudson was theone.
