Strange Tub, Unknown Bathroom, Unknown Location, Unknown State...
A soft warmth surrounded the body of a semi-conscious Henley Fisher as he attempted to make sense of the wetness that had accompanied it. His blue eyes opened to find that he'd been in a strange place but had identified it as being a bathroom and that he'd been soaking in the warm waters of a quaint white bathtub with elegant silver handles amid other oddly expensive and nice-looking things that would only be accessible by those of considerable wealth. It took a moment or two for the haze to give way to an image of a handsome young man, who had been old enough to have been Henley's older brother but still quite charming and focused with his crisp white sleeves pulled up to his elbows and his firm rough hands gripping both a soft white dying cloth and holding the ailing blond's nearly limp body upright with ease.
It had occurred to the blond lad that he'd been naked, his pale flesh and pinked cock exposed before the curious maroon-colored eyes of the handsome stranger with unkempt long black hair that curtained about his face. Henley could see the makings of a five o'clock shadow on being so close, but it didn't take away how handsome the older lad's features had been. A bit of recognition indicated that this had been the one in the black suit that saved an ailing Henley in the alley and the curious blond began to relax a bit.
It was strange to him that someone so impressive would go through all the trouble they had to come to his aid, he had been nobody special after all, and life had been more or less a series of unwanted beatings for him for as long as he could remember.
The handsome stranger with the curious eyes had barely grazed the ailing blond's flesh with the softness of the washing cloth as he met the newly conscious lad's gaze seemingly delighted to see that he'd been coming around. Slowly and carefully, he had wiped the blood and dirt from Henley's pale cheek then proceeded to soak the cloth amid the soapy warm water once more. He'd been quite meticulous as he worked cleaning the ailing lad's body without regard for his nakedness and their relatively new acquaintance.
The simple act of the firm warm hand moving along Henley's exposed pale flesh had made him whimper in the wake of the seemingly innocent touching, he had craved affection for most of his life and the gentle grazing of flesh against his own that had not been from his own body instantly made his average sized cock stand on end pulsing rather embarrassingly amid the warm soapy waters that surrounded him.
Henley found himself attempting to will it not to expand, the warmth and the gentle sensation of the cloth moving over his exposed flesh only made him all the more aroused despite his best efforts to appear otherwise. The handsome older boy with the maroon-colored eyes was attractive to be sure, but he had not wished to cause any undue issue when he'd been so kind as to save him and clean him up personally.
The soft motion of the cloth as it grazed the flesh of the ailing Henley's bare cock as it peeked just below the surface of the water's edge. The handsome stranger didn't seem to notice or care that he'd been bathing another naked boy as he continued to do away with the blood and dirt that discolored the blond lad's pale skin and had been fully distinguished from the scrapes and bruises.
The warm water had been a boon to Henley, as his body had remained quite sore due to the beating and there had been aches in places he'd long forgotten about due to previous assaults on his defenseless person. He attempted to keep still as the warm water circulated about his surprisingly sluggish and heavy frame as he seemed to continue to border on consciousness. His testicles had been pressed between his thighs and against the porcelain finish of the inner workings of the ancient tub, the heated water lapping at his sensitive flesh there only adding to his measure of relief and subsequent arousal.
A low moan escaped Henley's pink lips as he felt the firm but soft hand wrap around his exposed cock along with the soft washcloth with its rough finish. He couldn't hold back as he felt his hips involuntarily buck forward amid the water nearly causing him to slip down into the tub before the handsome stranger steadied him.
The lad had never known the touch of another that had not come with a violent agony and knew next to nothing of how intimate it would feel for someone to stroke his exposed cock of their own accord. The need for something as simple as a pleasant touch had made him eager, all too eager as he bucked his thin hips forward driving his average-sized cock into the waiting clutch of the handsome stranger desperate for more friction as his arousal began to get the better of him.
"How fascinating, you are barely recovered from a beating and already seeking pleasure from the touch of my hand." remarked the handsome stranger with maroon-colored eyes his deep baritone voice dripping into the semi-conscious and highly aroused pale lad's ears like honey, "Such a naughty boy, so very eager to feel release from a pulsing cock even in the hands of a stranger."
Henley whimpered as he continued to attempt to go for more friction. His body though battered had been humming with need and desperate for the stranger's touch, he had a nice touch, a caring touch, and the affection-starved lad had longed for it more than even a drink of water for his parched throat.
"Please..." he begged, his dry throat coming into play as he attempted to make a sound with his cracking voice. "I-I need it."
The handsome stranger met Henley's blue-eyed gaze and sighed.
"Very well, it can be our little secret, but I advise you not to make a habit of this." the handsome stranger warned in something of a stern tone. "Rewards must be earned not freely given but due to your current predicament, I'd say this will be an exception due to your earlier beating and future discretion."
Henley moaned as he felt the handsome stranger take his cock in his hand and began stroking him, the delicious friction had been everything that the lad had dared to dream it would be but he'd been much too eager and more than hurt to hold out for very long.
"Uhhhhh." he moaned as his body arched amid the warm shifting waters of the tub. Caught up in the intensity of sensation in conjunction with the agony of his injuries and bruises, Henley bucked his hips into the handsome stranger's firm right hand and before he could catch his breath it didn't take long before he'd coated it, and the water around him with his onset of swift release.
Disappointed that it had not lasted long yet pleasantly satisfied, Henley's body relaxed once more and he drifted back off as the handsome stranger finished his task of cleaning his body, he had not even felt it when he'd lifted him out of the curious tub and dried him before laying him down into a large nearby black four poster bed.