Now in my room and fully clothed, I sit and reflect in front of the door on how bad of a son I am. I deserve all of the embarrassment, the punches, and the kicks. Slowly getting up I limp to the bathroom to get the first aid kit behind the mirror that hadn't been used in a while. The aftermath of the previous events now taking over me.
Hearing a knock at my door I walk back towards my bed leaving the kit there and attend the person outside. "Greetings sir. I have been sent in orders of Mr. Ventura to monitor you for the next few minutes". Knowing that they had to put up an act because of my father I stepped to the side steadying my voice to greet him back "Please, come in" After Max plopped on the bed I shut the door and after a few moments of silence I walked towards the king sized bed to pick up the first aid kit from the black sheets.
"Need help?"
Hearing the hurt in their voice I smiled softly while replying
"No thank you Max"
Max moved their head towards me and slowly opened their mouth with teary eyes. Finally making out a soft "You're limping and you smell of cum...please, let me help clean and patch you up" They got up and turned on the lights, gasping as they turned to me. Accepting their offer limp to the bathroom and set the kit back in the sink. Max following close behind me, I started to take off my shirt trying not to flinch in the process. Stopping half way by the sudden familiar sense of lust. But the only person in here is...Max...feeling him get close to me from behind, the lust starts to dissipate as my tears run silently down my face.
"I'm so sorry"
"Get out"
Shocked at my cold response I quickly let go of my shirt letting it fall to where it had first been ready to apologize and was greeted with a wide eyes and a slowly approaching sad smile. As they headed towards the door facing me they reassured that everything was fine with their quick response "Of course Mr. Ventura"
Now having their hand on the door knob, they made sure to speak the rest of their thoughts. "Sir, don't loose yourself and...know who you speak to like that. For one, I am proud of you, but, for two, I am sure your father won't feel the same way." With a sigh they finished off reassuring me with their final statement. "Don't worry, I won't tell. But I will be waiting on your bed to help you on the places you can't reach."
Finally taking his hand off the door knob he reached towards the sink grabbing the first aid it and left me to ponder with my thoughts.