7 comments/ 25994 views/ 36 favorites The Carnal Remedy By: TwistedMisery Lieutenant Robert Edward Grayson leaned back into his reclining chair, and grimaced as excruciating pain shot down his spine. The pills that they had given him last week weren't doing shit. He had been enduring the lasting effects of his injury for almost ten years now, and almost nothing seemed to ease his suffering. Sleep, and the occasional bottle of whiskey were the only things that allotted him any relief. He had already attempted to end his life at least a half dozen times, but each and every instance had ended in complete, and utter failure. The bottle of pills he had taken had been pumped from his stomach. The razor he had used to slice through his wrists hadn't been sharp enough to create enough damage, but he had resiliently hacked away at his skin until his brother had found him sitting in a pool of his own blood on the bathroom floor. He had even tried to crawl through the upstairs window in order to jump from the roof of the house, but his day nurse had found him long before he was able to pull himself all the way through it, and had promptly called the police. He had spent two weeks in a psych ward after that attempt. Why couldn't they just let him die? What was the point of him continuing on this way? He couldn't work. He could barely walk, and any time that he needed anything someone had to bring it to him. What kind of life was that? It wasn't one that he wanted to live, and he just wished that everyone would leave him alone so that he could end things in a dignified manner like a man. Reaching towards the end table, he grasped onto the television remote, and swore as it slipped through his fingers to land on the floor beside his chair. Taking a deep breath to brace himself, he leaned slightly to the right, and nearly cried out in agony when the movement pulled at the vertebrae in his back. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to reach it, but the stubbornness in him made him try regardless. The remote was nearly a foot out of his reach, but he managed to bend a little closer by pivoting his waist as he leaned. His fingers were dancing back, and forth willing it to come to his hand when it was abruptly snatched from the floor, and out of his sight. Collapsing back into his seat, he lifted his harsh blue gaze to glare at his older brother. "Why didn't you just call me? I was right there in the kitchen," he said with a sigh. The question only made Robert's expression darken. "Fuck you, Louis." With a shake of his head, his brother set the remote on the end table. "You really need to let go of this hostility, Bobby. It's not helping anyone. Least of all you." Robert's lips pinched together, and his jaw tightened. "When you've spent a day in my shoes then you can tell me how to feel. Until then I would appreciate it if you would keep your little tidbits of advice to yourself." Expelling an aggravated breath, his brother shrugged. "Fine. You've got it. Your new nurse is here. Do you think you can be civilized enough to say hello, or do you plan on scaring him off like you did with the last one?" Robert's mouth tilted in cynical amusement. The last one had barely been strong enough to lift him from the bath tub. After dropping him twice, Robert had sunk beneath the water, and had refused to come back up. "That last kid you had here was an idiot. If you've found another one just like him you might as well just send him on his way now." Louis rolled his eyes at that sentiment before shaking his head again. "It's times like these that I wonder why I haven't put you in a home," he said in exasperation. Robert grinned at his older brother. "Fuck you, Louis." Running his slender fingers through his greying hair, Louis shifted so that he was peering out the window of their living room. "I'm glad our mother isn't alive to see what you've become, you know that? She's probably rolling around in her grave." "Probably," Robert agreed. "I doubt it's from this. If she's rolling around then she probably got an eyeful of that beast you brought home with you last week." His brother turned to look at him in surprise, and then he scowled. "Selma Jensen is a very nice lady." Robert smirked with spite. "I'm amazed that your bed didn't come crashing through the ceiling. I would assume that thing has a weight limit." Turning his head, he reached for the remote, and clutched onto it tightly before facing his brother once again. "She would have been doing us both a favor if it had since I sleep in the room right beneath yours." Louis's only response was to cluck his tongue in disgust. Waving the remote at him, Robert urged him to move. "I want to watch television. You want to get your scrawny ass out of the way?" "Gladly," Louis spat out. With his fingers curled into fists, he moved from the spot in front of the recliner, and marched back towards the kitchen. He was several feet from the doorway when a young man walked past the threshold, and paused in front of him. Turning back to face his little brother, Louis sneered. "This is your new nurse, Joshua." Craning his neck, he glanced towards the man in question. "Joshua, this is my invalid brother, Bobby. Have you worked with children before?" A small smile passed across the nurse's features as he looked from one of them to the other. "I have an array of experience in a lot of different areas," he stated pleasantly. Robert frowned as he inspected his new nurse. It was another kid, and this one appeared to be even more useless than the last. He couldn't be more than twenty years old, and by the look of him he hadn't worked a hard day in his life. He looked like he belonged in some fashion magazine. Not in the pale, blue surgical scrubs that he was wearing. His honey colored hair was too long for military standards, and it seemed as if a comb had never passed through it before. His face was also too pretty. How was he going to rely on a man who looked like he spent most of his days moisturizing rather than doing the things that men should be doing? "I see you hired me a Backstreet Boy," Robert grumbled in disdain. "Does he sing?" Before Louis was able to answer, Joshua took a step forward. "Quite well, actually. Although I haven't had reason to do so since college." The directness of his gaze, and the crispness of his response made Robert pause momentarily. "Is that so?" he finally replied. Joshua smiled politely in return without breaking eye contact. He simply nodded while clasping his hands at his back. Robert noticed the familiarity of the stance immediately. "Ever been in the military, kid?" With a slight shake of his head, Joshua stood fast. "My father was stationed at Fort Leavenworth, but I knew from an early age that I wished to pursue a career in the medical field." "How's that working out for you?" Robert wondered with disinterest. Joshua smirked at the question. "I guess we'll see." When Robert only grunted in response, Louis took the opportunity to interject. "I need to get to work. Are you going to behave if I go?" he asked his brother crossly. Robert glared as he turned his head to look at him. "I'm thirty two years old. What do you think?" he spat. "I think I had better call to check on you during my lunch hour. You have an amazing capacity for causing trouble." Robert grinned snidely. "Fuck you, Louis." Ignoring the goad, Louis turned towards the nurse. "Remember to keep sharp things out of his reach, or you're going to have a mess on your hands." Joshua nodded solemnly before reaching out to place his palm on Louis's arm. "Your brother is in good hands. I don't want you to worry." He followed the statement with a reassuring smile, and Louis expelled his breath before nodding. "I should be back by three. Feel free to call if there are any... issues." Nodding curtly, Joshua turned to walk with him to the door. Once they were out of earshot, they spoke for a brief moment, and then Louis glanced towards the living room nervously before turning to leave the house. Robert watched them suspiciously from where he sat in the recliner clutching onto his remote. When his brother turned to peer in his direction, he quickly looked away, and lifted his hand to turn on the television. After a moment, he heard the sound of the front door opening then closing, and he knew his brother had left. A few seconds later the Backstreet Boy returned, and Robert made every attempt to ignore his presence. "Have you had breakfast yet this morning?" he inquired. "Breakfast is coffee," Robert bit out. Steering the remote towards the end table, he pointed towards a mug that sat near the edge. "That sounds extremely nutritious," Joshua divulged. "In order to build your strength back up, you need to eat. What would you like me to make you?" Robert frowned, but refused to look away from the television. "I'm not hungry." Joshua's voice remained cool, and calm as he responded. "I didn't ask if you were hungry. I asked what you would like to eat." Lifting a disparaging brow, Robert finally turned his head to look at his keeper. He couldn't keep the scowl from his visage. "Are you deaf? I said I'm not hungry." In return, the nurse perused him dispassionately. "I know this must be very difficult for you," he finally stated. Robert squinted with irritation before glancing away. His eyes became riveted to the television screen, and he stoutly refused to comment. "It doesn't have to be this way," Joshua informed him. "You are not paralyzed. Not yet. You can still come back from this." Robert's eyes widened in blatant disbelief, and his lip curled slightly in disgust. "You don't know shit about shit," he angrily growled. "You're just a stupid kid that still thinks wishes come true if you believe hard enough. There aren't enough birthday candles in this world to fix me. So, why don't you get the hell out of here, and just leave me alone!" Joshua wasn't about to relent. "I can show you how different it can be, Bobby. If you give me the chance." His words only infuriated Robert further. "Don't call me that. Only my mother, and my idiot brother call me that. You can address me as Lieutenant Grayson, or sir. Whichever you prefer." Joshua's steady grey gaze didn't falter as he looked into Robert's hostile blue eyes. With a tilt of his head he acquiesced. "As you wish, lieutenant. Your breakfast will be ready shortly." Without another word, he turned on his heel, and entered the kitchen leaving Robert staring in mystification at his departing figure. With an abrupt shake of his head he turned back to the television while grumbling beneath his breath. *** Ten minutes later the aroma of something delicious wafted into the room. Robert stubbornly attempted to ignore the rumble that passed below his rib cage as the scent reached him, and continued to flip through channels. When Joshua finally appeared in the entryway to the living room, and placed his hands upon the doorjambs, Robert made every effort to behave as if he were completely oblivious to his presence. "Your meal is ready," Joshua informed him. "Why don't you come into the kitchen, and sit down to eat?" Robert flipped through several more channels as a frown passed over his features. "I'm crippled, you moron. How do you expect me to get there? Do you want me to fly?" Joshua didn't acknowledge the blatant rudeness. "No. I don't expect you to fly. I expect you to walk. Get up." Robert's gaze paused on an infomercial while he responded. "Why don't you go fuck yourself?" he answered with friendly enthusiasm. Dropping his hands from the doorway, Joshua entered the room. He approached Robert's recliner at a casual gait, and paused once he stood before it. Bending at the waist, he slammed his palms on top of the arm rests of the recliner before leaning in so that they were nose to nose. His grey eyes were fierce as he peered into Robert's startled face. "I don't typically have to fuck myself, lieutenant," he bit out. "I can usually find someone who is willing to do that for me." It took Robert a moment to recover from his surprise, but when he did his blue eyes became molten with rage while his mouth tightened. "You need to back up," he growled in warning. Joshua didn't waver as he held his position. "Or what?" he taunted. "Tell me, lieutenant. What ARE you going to do?" The question made Robert's eyes immediately narrow. Lifting his hand from where it rested on his thigh, he reached to push the younger man back, but his wrist was quickly snatched up by Joshua's fingers before he forced it down onto one of the arm rests. When Robert tried, and failed to lift it, his expression grew volatile with anger. His other hand closed into a fist, and without preamble he swung as hard as he could towards the young nurse's head. To his astonishment, it was quickly caught in midair, and then both of his wrists were held prisoner against the armrests of the chair. "You little fucker!" Robert seethed. His teeth gritted, and he used everything within him to try to pull away, but it was to no avail. He couldn't gain his freedom with strength alone. After a moment of struggling, he leaned back into his chair, and sat glaring at Joshua with loathing. "Do you know why you can't escape this, lieutenant?" Joshua asked calmly. "It's because you're weak." "Fuck you!" Robert snarled. The harshly spat epithet only brought a discerning smirk to the younger man's face. "I was military!" Robert raged. "You don't know who you are fucking with. I will end you!" he threatened. Joshua nodded in understanding. "Maybe once upon a time, but not anymore. Now you're just a sad, old man that sits in a chair day after day withering away." Robert's mouth pinched with resentment. "I am not old," he muttered in denial. Joshua's brows lifted, and then he angled his head into a patronizing position. "You're not?" he said in mock surprise. "You sure act like you're old. Refusing to exercise to strengthen your body. Letting everyone wait on you hand, and foot to avoid doing anything for yourself. That sounds like an old person to me." Robert's jaw tightened in fury while his blue eyes began to redden around the edges. His frame shook with the power it took not to completely lose it. "I'm hurt," he responded tightly. "It hurts to do things." The strength of emotion behind those few words did little to phase Joshua as far as Robert could see. His expression didn't change in the slightest. "I know that it does," he finally said. "The longer that you sit in this chair, the more it's going to hurt. It's why your pain pills are no longer working, and it's why you can't fight me off. Your muscles are beginning to atrophy from lack of movement. It's only going to get worse with time unless you do something about it." Robert's brows furrowed, and then he broke eye contact by dropping his gaze. "What's the point?" he stuttered petulantly. "I'm never going to have any real kind of life like this. Who is going to hire me like this? Who is going to want me like this? I'm broken, and useless." Joshua's fingers abruptly lifted away from their hold around Robert's left wrist as his hand shot out to grip the back of the older man's neck. Pushing his fingers into the short length of his dark hair, he gripped a handful tightly in his fist, and jerked his head back sharply. The abrupt manhandling made Robert's gaze widen as he was forced to meet the young nurse's contemptuous gaze. "That is complete, and total bullshit," Joshua uttered with disgust. Tilting his head, he leaned in quickly, and pressed his mouth roughly to Robert's lips. Just as swiftly he pulled back, and stared into the stricken man's face while he continued to scowl. "You are not broken," he insisted. "You've just given up." Robert was dumbstruck. Held frozen in place, he could only stare as his lower lip moved in an effort to speak. After a moment nothing came out, and then he blinked. "You kissed me," he choked out. Joshua nodded slowly without remorse. "Yes, I did," he stated simply. "Still feel like a dead man?" he casually wondered. Instead of responding, Robert's blue eyes darted back and forth as his brows furrowed with confusion. "Why did you do that?" he whispered. The question brought a smile to Joshua's lips. Leaning back, he scratched the side of his beautiful face as he straightened. "I did it because you needed it. I did it because I wanted to." With a slight shrug, he turned away from the recliner, and began walking towards the kitchen. "Come have breakfast," he said in departure. "When you've finished eating we'll give you a bath." Robert was stunned as he watched him walk away. When he had completely vanished from sight, he sat for a moment contemplating his options, and then he sighed. Pressing his palms into the armrests of the chair, he slowly, and very painfully rose to his feet. *** His expression could only be described as wary after he took his first bite of the omelet that sat before him. Chewing it slowly, he kept his blue eyes trained on his nurse who sat in the chair adjacent from his. "How is it?" Joshua wondered curiously. Swallowing with difficulty, Robert cleared his throat. "It's okay," he answered quietly. "I had to make due with what I could find since you wouldn't tell me what you wanted. I'm glad that you're enjoying it," he replied. "It's fine," Robert assured him. "I haven't had eggs since my mother died." "She used to make them for you?" Robert nodded as he looked down at his plate. "Every morning before she went to work." "Your mother sounds like she was a nice lady," Joshua commented. "She was," Robert agreed. Frowning, he took another bite of the omelet. "How long has it been since she passed?" Robert hesitated before responding. Biting the inside of his cheek, he glanced up from his eggs to meet Joshua's inquisitive gaze. "A little over a year," he finally answered. "Is that when the suicide attempts started?" he asked next. The question brought another frown to Robert's face before he looked away. "I see my brother has been pretty chatty." Joshua shrugged. "It's listed in your medical history. I would have discovered that information regardless." Nodding in acceptance, he continued to eat. When Joshua pushed back his chair in order to stand, Robert paused while chewing to stare at him nervously. The young nurse didn't seem to take much notice of his apprehension as he moved away from the table. "I'll get your bath started while you finish up here," he said absently. Turning his head, Robert resumed chewing as he watched him leave the room. *** The journey to the bathroom took more than five minutes, and it required everything Robert had left within him to accomplish it. Each step was agony, and sent jarring spasms up the column of his spine. It was only his second attempt at walking today, but he already felt exhausted, and his entire frame was trembling by the time he reached the side of the tub. "It will get easier the more you do it," Joshua assured him quietly. Too shaken to speak, Robert simply nodded in response while staring down into the water. When his nurse reached out to grasp onto the top button of his shirt, his entire frame jerked in surprise before he forced himself to still. Joshua's strong, deft fingers slid one button after another from their holes until the entire length of the material was gaping open. The shirt was pushed easily from his broad shoulders, and then was tugged down the length of his arms. Once he was free of it, Joshua simply dropped it to the floor before reaching for the button of his pants. "I can do it," Robert assured him. "You don't have to." The Carnal Remedy Ignoring the assertion, Joshua popped the button free, then reached for the zipper. "Getting here was a battle of it's own," he reminded him. "Let me help you with this." Dropping to one knee, he grasped the waistband to Robert's pants within his hands, and began pulling them down the length of his legs. When they reached his ankles, Robert carefully stepped from the material until he stood naked, and exposed beside the tub. Peering down at the younger man, Robert waited patiently for him to rise, but instead the handsome nurse tilted his head back, and their gazes clashed. A long moment passed while Robert experienced a strange tightening in his chest, and then Joshua lifted his hand, and placed it on his bent knee. "Are you ready for this?" he asked softly. Robert swallowed the lump that had appeared in his throat, and slowly nodded. "I think so," he gruffly replied. Pulling himself to his feet, Joshua grasped onto Robert's hand, and lifted it to set it on his shoulder. "Hold onto me while you get in. Once you're in the water we'll ease you down until you're able to sit." "Alright," Robert agreed. As gingerly as he could, he stepped over the ledge until both of his feet were encased by the water. With Joshua's hands there to support him, he slowly sunk lower until his large frame descended to the bottom of the tub. The pain was minimal, and no where near as big of an ordeal as it usually was. Letting out a breath of relief, Robert looked up at Joshua in gratitude. Grasping a washcloth from the rack beside the sink, the young nurse dropped to his knees on the tiled floor, and reached for the bottle of body wash that rested on the edge of the tub. After dipping the cloth in the water, he filled it with a large dollop of blue soap then proceeded to squish it within his hand. It quickly sudsed up under his ministrations, and then he leaned towards Robert to run the wet cloth down the side of his neck. Robert's eyes widened in surprise, and then he turned to look at his nurse in confusion. "What are you doing?" he choked out. Joshua's face was impassive as he stroked the cloth over the expanse of Robert's chest. Pausing, he lifted his grey gaze to peer into the startled blue eyes of his charge. A small frown contorted his features, but then his expression cleared."I'm washing you," he replied. His response only confused Robert further. "I thought you wanted me to start doing things for myself?" he argued. "I do," Joshua agreed. "Just not all at once. I don't want you to over exert yourself to the point where you become strained. We'll take things one step at a time." Robert's chest lifted, then fell slowly as he expelled a shuddering breath. Glancing away, he peered down into the water before nodding in consent. "Alright," he said quietly. Holding perfectly still, Robert placed both of his hands on top of his thighs, and kept his eyes focused on the bottom of the tub. When the soft cloth resumed it's journey across the naked skin that covered his rib cage, his entire frame tensed in reaction. No one had ever washed him before. Not since he was a small boy, and his mother had given him his baths. None of his other day nurses had ever made the attempt, and Robert was fairly certain he would have balked at the idea if any of them had tried. Why he was allowing this boy the freedom completely stumped him. He had two working hands that were fully capable of completing the task. Yet, as the washcloth traveled over to his other side to curve over his rounded shoulder, he continued to sit silently compliant as the young nurse tended to him. The cloth passed over the region of his back, and swooped low until it reached his tail bone beneath the water. On it's return ascent, it slid up the center of his spine causing another shudder to tremble through Robert as water poured down his skin. It roughly caressed the left side of his shoulder blade as Joshua moved his wrist in swift little circles, and then journeyed downward until his hand plunged once more beneath the water. When it reemerged to trek the path of his spine for the second time, it continued to climb until the cloth was draped against the back of Robert's neck. There it paused, and Joshua's fingers went to work kneading, and rubbing against the stiff knot that he discovered there. His voice was strained as he commented on it. "There's years of tension built up here." His deft fingers continued to dig into his muscle, and skin in a rhythmic, circular pattern. "How long has it been since you've received a decent therapeutic massage?" Robert's mouth parted so that he could speak, but all that came out was a low, agonized groan. His eyes had drifted closed the moment Joshua's fingers began applying pressure to the area, and the struggle to keep the sounds of pleasure inside of him quickly began to elude him. Nothing had ever felt so incredible in his entire life, and he never wanted it to end. This unexpected touch, his unbelievable touch, was slowly putting his entire being at ease as rivets of ecstacy shot through his body. He had forgotten how good it felt to have someone do these kinds of things. "Never," he gasped. "Physical therapy has always been torturous, and excruciating. I don't like it." Joshua clucked his tongue in disapproval as he continued to grind his palm against Robert's nape. "You have to learn to let others help you, lieutenant. It's the only way to heal properly." Tilting his head, Robert nodded obediently. He was enjoying the process too much to formulate any further words. Grimacing in bliss, he continued to relish the attention. A small smile tilted the corners of Joshua's lips as he took in his patient's expression. "Feel good?" he asked softly. "Mhmm," Robert murmured. "I'm glad," Joshua breathed. "Everyone deserves a little tender loving care now, and then." Sliding his thumb up the column of Robert's neck, he brushed the pad of it against his earlobe in a slow caress. It caused another shudder to travel down his large frame while he bit down on his lower lip. "You are extremely responsive to touch, lieutenant," Joshua pointed out thoughtfully. "If you're not opposed, I would like to try a few other therapeutic measures once we are finished here." Robert's eyes opened groggily before he peered sideways at his nurse. "What kind of measures?" "Nothing too taxing," he reassured him with a pleasant smile. "I would really like to see if there's a significant improvement in your overall condition once I really get my hands on you." Robert's mouth parted, but he was completely at a loss for words. His young nurse continued to lavish his extraordinary skills by lowering his strong fingers to the curve of Robert's shoulder blade before digging into his flesh in a wondrous fashion. The physical sensation that coursed through him elicited another groan. He was fighting the desire to praise him, and beg for more when he suddenly became aware of a significant problem. His back immediately stiffened, and his blue eyes widened in dismay. Swiftly drawing his knees towards his chest, he leaned forward as he gasped. The action caused Joshua to pause, and frown. "Lieutenant, that position is going to severely strain your injury. Lower your legs back into the water." With a swift shake of his head, Robert's apprehensive eyes widened further. The response caused Joshua's brows to lift momentarily in surprise, but he quickly recovered. "Are you in pain?" Joshua inquired. "Did I use too much pressure?" Squeezing his eyes shut, Robert shook his head again. Leaning back, Joshua rested for a moment on his haunches while pursing his lips in speculation. Then his resolve kicked in before a quick sigh escaped him. "Lieutenant, I must insist that you lower your legs. Curling your spine in such a manner is severely counterproductive to what I'm trying to accomplish here." A tight mewl of anguish erupted from Robert's throat. Opening his eyes, he took a ragged breath before gradually allowing his feet to slide down the length of the tub. When his toes were pointing upward beneath the faucet once more, his fingers roughly gripped onto the tops of his thighs in an effort to distract himself from his mortification. His shaft had thickened, and swelled so that it now jutted upward from the water. It was now unabashedly saluting his young nurse where it rested against his stomach. For a moment he contemplated voicing some kind of excuse. A passing thought, the temperature of the water, but in the end his lips pressed tightly together in a stubborn refusal to acknowledge his embarrassment. Seconds ticked by while he resolutely stared down at the bottom of the tub, but the boy beside him said nothing. He didn't have to lift his head to know that the display that he was show casing had grasped his attention. Without uttering a word, Joshua leaned forward, and reached for the bottle of body wash. He made quick work of reapplying soap to the wash cloth then submerged it into the warm water in order to reach Robert's legs. "It's alright," he comforted in a whisper. "It's the body's natural reaction." With his head held low, Robert peered up through his lashes nervously before hurriedly dropping his gaze to his lap. The sight of his urgent erection staring him in the face made his cheeks bloom with color. "It's been a long time since someone has touched me," he admitted gruffly. "I wasn't expecting that to happen." "It's alright," Joshua reiterated softly. "It's happened before, and it's bound to happen again." With a curt nod, Robert removed his fingers from his thighs so that Joshua could follow a path up the length of them. When he reached the apex, and the cloth lightly brushed against his testicles, Robert sucked in a sharp breath, and his entire body jerked in reflex. Joshua simply ignored the intense reaction, and moved onto the opposite thigh to give it equal attention. Again, the cloth journeyed over his skin until it reached the most sensitive part of him, and Robert steeled himself to absorb the sensation of it sliding against his sack. He was almost proud of himself for showing no outward signs that it effected him the second time, but his traitorous cock twitched in acknowledgment, giving him away. Glaring down at it, he wished it out of existence for betraying him. Dropping the cloth into the water, Joshua reached for the bottle of body wash again, and squirted a dollop into his hand. Setting it back down, he inched forward on his knees, and leaned over the tub until his palm pressed against Robert's midriff. The soap made Joshua's fingers slippery as they glided over his abdomen in a back and forth caress. Robert's lips parted as he tensed in shock. With every single movement of his adept fingers, the back of his soft hand was rubbing against the length of his stiffened member. It was barely a whisper of a touch, but Robert hardened further, and nearly cried out as his severely neglected cock strained towards Joshua's efficient hand. A harsh breath tumbled from his chest, and then he peered up at his nurse in agony. "Please," he pleaded. "I can't." Joshua's palm continued it's lazy back and forth motion. "You can't what, lieutenant?" Robert's brows furrowed with confusion while he roughly bit down on his lip. He wasn't sure. He didn't know. He had never felt so overwhelmed. "Please," he uttered again. "I can't bear it." His face became stricken with panic as his blue eyes darted around. His breath hitched within him, and he felt as if he were strangling while the ability to drag in a lungful of air eluded him. He thought for certain that in that moment he was going to expire. Lifting his other hand sympathetically, Joshua placed it on the back of Robert's neck in a comforting gesture. His palm continued to rub and slide while cushioned between the flat expanse of his stomach, and his throbbing dick. Robert had to force himself to swallow thickly in order to speak. Unexpectedly, a shiver danced down the length of his back making him tremble, and words seemed impossible to form. When Joshua suddenly leaned forward to press his forehead against Robert's, their gazes clashed, and Robert was momentarily struck dumb as he peered helplessly into the younger man's intense grey eyes. "I'm going to make everything better," Joshua vowed softly. Lifting his palm away from Robert's middle, his hand lightly brushed against the very tip of his aching cock head in passing. Then, to Robert's startled amazement, his fingers returned so that they gripped onto his shaft firmly before lightly squeezing it. The pressure was so euphoric that it nearly undid him right there. Closing his eyes, Robert let out a rapturous moan, and leaned into Joshua as feeling overtook him. He wanted more. It didn't matter if he had to beg, plead, or bribe him in order to get it. He just needed it. Opening his eyelids, he stared into clouds of grey, and silently offered him everything he had with a single look. "Please," he whispered again. Taking the cue, Joshua began to stroke him. His fingers were warm, firm, and inherently skilled while they worked the impressive length of Robert's unrelenting hardness. His palm lifted, and descended in a continuous rhythm as he pumped the rigid flesh repeatedly. The stimulation caused Robert to grip onto Joshua's shoulder before another cry escaped him. He was gasping now, and his face contorted with ecstasy before his tongue came out to swipe along his lower lip. His swollen appendage ached, and every nerve ending burned for release while Joshua manipulated his strong fingers over his jutting cock. They rubbed, squeezed, and steadily massaged every inch of him from the thick base to the large, sponge like head that quivered beneath the attention. The effect of his confident touch was powerful, and instantaneous sending electricity coursing through Robert's veins. Joshua's tempo had subtly increased following the tone of Robert's reactions, and now he was eagerly pounding his fist along the length while gazing intently at his face. "Are you going to cum for me, lieutenant?" he asked harshly. Robert's finger's dug into his hard shoulder while his chest lifted, and fell erratically. "Don't stop," he urged breathlessly. "Please, don't stop." Arching his hips, Robert's breath seethed out from between his teeth. "I won't," he crooned soothingly. Their foreheads were still pressed together, and Joshua leaned into him until Robert opened his eyes to look at him. "I want you in my mouth," Joshua informed him in a pant. "I want to swallow every inch, and feel you exploding in my throat." It was too much for Robert to take. His blue eyes widened helplessly, and his entire frame stiffened. With Joshua's palm still firmly gliding over his shaft, his balls released ten years of pent up frustration. Letting out a strangled cry, thick jettisons of cum began to erupt from his cock head. It splashed into the water, and coated Joshua's fingers and wrist. His orgasm went on endlessly while the young man continued to stroke him. When he finally had nothing left to give, his entire frame slumped in repletion, and a ragged breath left his chest. For a moment, they remained as they were, as still as statues while only the sound of their breathing filled the room. It was Joshua who finally broke the contact, by easing his head back. His fingers quickly released their hold on Robert's softening member, and then he turned to plunge his hands into the water to clean away the remaining signs of their interlude. When he had finished, he sat back on his heels, and placed his hands on top of his thighs while looking Robert over. "I think you're clean now," he stated in his unflappable way. "Lets get you out of the tub." Robert was still reeling from the overpowering force of his orgasm, and could only manage a slight nod in response to the suggestion. Turning his head, his blue eyes faltered as they met unyielding grey. Rising to his feet, Joshua leaned over the tub, and hooked one strong arm beneath Robert's armpit until his hand curled over his round shoulder. His other hand grasped onto the side of his rib cage to steady him before he began to lift. Within a matter of seconds Robert was on his feet once more, and he turned to peer at Joshua in surprise. A begrudging smirk passed over his lips while he looked at him in speculation. He had to admit that part of him was impressed. "You're stronger than you look, kid." Joshua's return smile held a trace of amusement. "Thanks, lieutenant. I do what I can to keep in shape," he uttered dryly. Robert hummed in return before stepping gingerly from the tub. Standing beside it, he waited patiently while Joshua reached for a towel. Wrapping it around his waist in an efficient manner, he quickly latched the ends inward towards Robert's stomach so that the material sat firmly in place. Once that was finished, he swiftly draped Robert's arm across his shoulders, and offered his weight as a brace before slowly urging him towards the door. By the time they finally reached it, Joshua chuckled. "You're heavier than you look, lieutenant." Robert grumbled in response as he inched through the doorway. "I'm a man," he muttered. "We tend to weigh a lot." Joshua nodded in understanding. "Lets just get you to your room before I suffer permanent back injuries too." Robert paused for a moment, and turned to glare down at his nurse. "I'm going to kick your ass, you little brat," he growled in resentment. After a beat, his lips twitched at the corners of his mouth, and Joshua tucked his tongue into his cheek to control his own desire to smile. *** The trip took less time than expected with Joshua there to assist him, and soon he was lowering Robert to the top of his bed spread. Robert allowed his large frame to collapse upon it, and then spread his legs outward while a deep sigh escaped him. Draping a thick arm over his eyes, he placed his other over his abdomen. "How do you feel?" Joshua inquired. "Tired," Robert admitted. "But good." Nodding in acceptance, Joshua ran his fingers through his honey colored hair. "Try to relax for a few minutes. I'll be right back." Robert held his tranquil position as Joshua made his way from the room. He couldn't recall the last time that he felt so at ease. Even the tedious journey from the bathroom to his bedroom had done little to aggravate his pain, and for a moment he felt a surge of gratitude for that fact. He wasn't entirely sure what kind of power this young boy possessed, but it was working wonders on his body. He almost choked on a laugh as the desire to dance filled him. Five minutes later, the sound of Joshua's return made Robert lift his arm from his eyes in greeting. In one hand he held a steaming mug that Robert hoped was filled with coffee, and in the other he held a small, white bottle that was fitted with a blue cap. As he approached the bed, Robert gingerly pulled himself to a sitting position. "What is that?" he asked while eyeing the mug warily. Joshua smiled pleasantly. "It's an herbal remedy that's supposed to inspire good health." "It smells like dog piss," Robert informed him with a frown. Joshua's brows lifted at the comparison. "You definitely have a way with words, lieutenant. Bottoms up," he stated flatly before holding out the mug to him. A grumble of resistance passed from Robert's lips, but he begrudgingly took the mug from his hands. Lifting it to his lips, he took a hesitant drink before grimacing with distaste. "That is disgusting," he informed the young nurse. Joshua's expression didn't waver, but his smile deepened. "Drink it," he ordered firmly. The Carnal Remedy With another grimace, Robert scowled defiantly, but quickly complied by raising the cup, and tilting his head back to swallow the entire contents. When he had finished he held out the mug flippantly while waiting for his nurse to take it. Once it had been plucked from his fingers, Joshua set it down on the night stand before flipping open the cap of the bottle he held. "I'm going to need you to lay down," he announced. With little resistance, Robert flopped back onto the mattress, and eyed the bottle suspiciously. When Joshua stepped closer to the bed, and placed his knee upon it, he lifted his nervous blue eyes to meet his gaze. "Roll over, lieutenant," Joshua demanded softly. Pausing for a brief moment, Robert contemplated refusing. He was never this compliant when it came to taking direction. It wasn't in his nature outside of the military, and the concept was completely foreign to him. He sure the hell had never obeyed anyone so much younger than him. It went against his grain. It was the patient, and steadfast determination he saw in the young man's eyes that finally made him relent. Expelling an aggravated breath, he reluctantly rolled onto his stomach, and rested the side of his head against his pillow. When Joshua clambered onto the bed, and swiftly straddled his hips, Robert's eyes widened in surprise. His knees were now pressed against both of his sides effectively caging him in, but he was careful not to rest any of his weight atop Robert's prone body. Upending the white bottle over his palm, he squirted a creamy substance into the center of his hand before setting the container onto the bed beside him. Roughly swiping his palms together, he leaned over Robert's frame, and placed his hands upon his back. The abrupt touch made Robert tense in reaction, but the soothing pressure of his mobile fingers soon made him relax as Joshua began to knead his muscles. It was heavenly. "How long were you in the military, lieutenant?" Joshua wondered. "Almost five years," Robert grunted in response. "Was that where you received your injury?" he was curious. Robert nodded. "I was thrown from the back of a truck during a routine exercise. They were shelling mortars out in the field, and one happened to explode much closer than it's projected range. The blast knocked me from my feet which wouldn't have been the biggest tragedy in the world. I just happened to land on a very sharp, very jagged rock that sat near the end of the tailgate." Joshua winced at the image he had created. "That sounds extremely painful," he murmured. "It was," Robert agreed. "It was the only time in my entire life that I can remember my eyes welling up with tears. I was certain that I would never walk again." Joshua nodded sympathetically before increasing the pressure of his fingers. Pulling his lip between his teeth, he drove his thumbs in circular motions over Robert's shoulder blades. The muscle, and skin pliantly rolled beneath his manipulation, and a low groan of appreciation passed from his patient's lips. "You have the most amazing hands," Robert breathed with pleasure. Joshua's lips lifted at the corners as he continued to massage the wide expanse of Robert's back. He slowly, and dexterously covered every inch until Robert was a moaning puddle beneath him. When he reached the lower portion where his fractured vertebrae resided, his touch immediately gentled. His fingertips grazed along the dip of Robert's spine until the pads of them reached the top of the towel, and he repeated the motion several times while his grey eyes intently focused on Robert's response. "If I hurt you, tell me," Joshua insisted. Nodding in capitulation, Robert held perfectly still as the young nurse continued to caress his spine. When he shifted his weight backward so that he was kneeling over the lower portion of his thighs, Robert lifted his head in confusion, and his brows furrowed. He was about to question the new position when he felt the feather light touch of Joshua's lips press against the center of his tail bone. Sucking in a breath, his entire body jerked in reaction, and then a shudder tore through him. Dropping his dark head back to the pillow, a small whimper escaped Robert when his nurse parted his lips, and swirled his tongue over his warm skin. Rocking forward on his knees, Joshua began licking and sucking every inch of his lower back. When he reached the top of the towel, his strong fingers reached to loosen it before his hot mouth descended to place sensual kisses over Robert's rounded backside. He followed the curve with the tip of his tongue, and then his fingers gripped firmly onto the sides of both cheeks to hold Robert in place before his teeth sunk lightly into his flesh. When Robert groaned in response, and reached to grasp the bedspread within his fist, a devious smile spread across Joshua's face. "You taste good, lieutenant," he uttered playfully. Dipping his head, he latched onto the curve of Robert's right buttock, and aggressively began to suck. When he finally released it, he began nuzzling the moistened skin with the rough side of his face before a low sound of approval escaped his throat. "The things I want to do to you," he moaned mysteriously. Robert wanted to ask what they were, but his ability to speak failed him when the young nurse grasped onto his thigh to steady himself before sliding the length of his tongue along the crevice between his ass cheeks. When he reached the tightly puckered hole, a soft moan erupted from his mouth which vibrated up the column of Robert's spine. A harsh gasp fell from Robert's lips, and then his leg muscles tightened as he clench around Joshua's wriggling tongue. The movement caused his already stiffened shaft to rub into the surface of the mattress, and the friction sent a wave of pleasure shooting through him. "If you don't stop, you're going to make me cum all over my mother's bedspread," Robert choked out fervently. Joshua softly chuckled at that imparted piece of information, then lowered his head to lightly kiss his patient's bottom in apology. "We wouldn't want that," he agreed in amusement. "I can stop if you'd like." Robert's hesitation was apparent. Opening his mouth, he searched for the right words. "I don't want you to stop," he finally replied thickly. "I want to touch you." Easing back onto his knees, Joshua placed his hands upon his thighs as he contemplated the request. "Alright," he said after a moment. "Roll onto your back." Robert pressed his forearms into the mattress, and slowly turned himself over. A slight grimace passed over his features from the discomfort in his spine, but it quickly eased after he took a quick breath. Joshua smiled as their eyes met. "Would it be too much to ask to have you sit up?" he wondered. "I want you against the headboard." With a shake of his head, Robert lifted himself into a sitting position, then pressed his palms into the bed so that he could lever himself backward. Once he was in the spot that Joshua had requested, he lifted his apprehensive blue eyes, and bit down on his lip. "Like this?" Robert asked nervously. "That's perfect," Joshua approved. He was still kneeling at the end of the bed, and he slowly began crawling his way towards Robert until he was straddling his thighs once again. Gazing impassively into his wary eyes, he reached down to grasp the hem of his light, blue surgical top in his fingers, and proceeded to pull it over his head. When it was off, he casually dropped it on the bed beside them, and reached for Robert's wrist. He placed the older man's hand in the center of his hard chest against the warmth of his skin then released it by dropping his fingers down to the top of his thigh. His grey eyes were heated, and direct as he waited for Robert's reaction. "Touch me," he encouraged. Robert was mesmerized with fascination. Every inch of him was lean, and firm. His muscles were thick, and prominent as if he had been sculpted from stone. The definition in his abdomen went beyond the realm of anything Robert could have ever imagined, and the sexy lines at his hips made Robert want to trace them with his fingers. He was utterly beautiful. Perfect in every single way, and for a moment the thought of touching such perfection seemed daunting. When he continued to hesitate, Joshua leaned into his palm. "It's alright," he whispered. "I want you to touch me." Swallowing with difficulty, Robert felt trapped within the power of his grey gaze as his hand began to move. He slid his palm over Joshua's sternum in a vertical motion before caressing the muscles of his pectorals. His fingertips passed over a tight, pink nipple, and his mouth suddenly watered as the desire to suck on it consumed him. Tamping down the sudden aggression, he allowed his fingers to trail lower until they lightly passed over his stomach. Again he was struck by how hard he was, but now he was focused on the part of him that strained against the material of his surgical scrubs. It was boldly pressing outward in an effort to be released, and Robert's tongue passed over his bottom lip as his blue eyes devoured it. When he lifted his gaze to gauge Joshua's reaction to his blatant ogling, he was surprised to find that he was smiling. Reaching for Robert's hand, he pushed it lower until it was cupping the hardened length of him through the material, and then his eyes closed as a soft breath escaped him. "Fuck," he gasped in a hushed whisper. It was all the encouragement Robert needed. Lifting his other hand to the waistband of Joshua's bottoms, he curled his fingers until he had them grasped within his clutch. Pausing for permission, he waited until Joshua nodded slightly, and then he began to pull them down his hips. When they were halfway down his thighs, his thickly engorged cock sprang free from it's restraint, and Robert eyed it in wonder as it dangled before him. Like him, it was beautiful. His ample endowment was smooth, rigid, and throbbing with need as it jutted towards Robert's face. Again, his mouth watered as his eyes darted over it. Giving into the desire, a low sound of hunger escaped his throat, and then he swooped forward to take Joshua's beautiful cock into his mouth. He took more than half the length into the hot cavern behind his teeth, and then his lips, and cheeks clamped down on it as he began to suck. Joshua's head fell back as a loud moan was torn from him. Robert's lips were aggressively stroking his length while taking him deeper, and deeper with every downward swoop of his head. The large mushroom tip was ramming into the back of his throat by the time Joshua lifted a hand to stop him. Grasping a fistful of his dark hair at the nape of his neck, he pulled his eager mouth from his shaft while panting above him. "Stop," he ordered. "You're going to hurt yourself if you continue to do that." Releasing his grip on Robert's hair, he peered down into his scowling face. "No, I won't," Robert argued stubbornly. Joshua's lips pressed tightly together in disapproval, and then he wrapped his strong fingers around the front of Robert's throat. Pressing him back so that his head touched the headboard, he took his stiffened length in his hand before leaning forward. The spongey head lightly brushed against Robert's lips, and Joshua glared down at him before expelling a harsh breath. "Open," he demanded. Robert immediately complied by parting his lips. The tip barreled into his mouth, and glided over his tongue as Joshua surged his hips forward. Once it was buried as far as it could go, Joshua paused on his knees to savor the feeling. "Suck," he ordered next. Unable to move his neck, Robert obeyed to the best of his abilities by suckling the hard flesh, and caressing it with his tongue. A pleasure filled groan rumbled from his chest, and the sensation shot up the length of Joshua's appendage. Gasping, he pulled his hips back before rocketing forward once again. The hot, wet confines of Robert's mouth felt exquisite, and Joshua's control was slowly beginning to slip away from him while he watched the older man eagerly, and hungrily devour his manhood. He acted as if though he wanted all of it, and Joshua was going to grant his wish by giving it to him. Reaching for the sides of his dark head, Joshua held him firmly in place. "I'm going to fuck your mouth now," he announced darkly. "I don't want you to move. Just concentrate on taking it because I'm not going to be gentle. I'm going to ram it down your throat, and you're going to swallow all of it." When Robert peered up at him in stunned amazement, Joshua's fingers tightened their hold. "Are you ready?" he inquired urgently. With his mouth filled with cock, Robert was unable to formulate an answer, and instead gave a small nod. Joshua didn't need any further encouragement. Slamming his hips forward his cock head rammed into the tight canal of Robert's throat, and forced it's way inside. Robert eyes squeezed shut with the force of being gagged. He now had a massively thick cock wedged inside of him which had stolen his ability to breathe. Joshua groaned with pleasure at the feel of it buried so deep, and then he took a sharp breath before glancing down to observe. The sight of Robert choking on his stiff member made it twitch inside of his throat. "Again," Joshua gasped. Slipping his appendage from the confines of Robert's air passageways, he gave him a moment to take a breath, and then surged forward to slam it in as deep as he could get it. The sound of Robert gurgling in reaction made Joshua groan with ecstasy. It became a synchronized rhythm that pushed Joshua further towards the edge. In... choke... out... breathe... In... choke... out... breathe. By the time he had filled him a dozen times, he knew he had to stop, or he was going to end up wildly pummeling the fuck out of the poor man's head in order to cum. Pulling his cock from Robert's lips with a resounding pop, he gripped it in his hand as his fingers slid into the back of his dark hair again. Gripping a handful in his fist, he pulled Robert closer so that his lips just brushed the swollen tip. He began to stroke himself furiously while fiercely gazing down into Robert's blue eyes. His mouth parted as his breath left him in halting gasps, and then he tightened his grip at Robert's nape. "Do you want me to cum on your beautiful face, lieutenant? Or would you rather I cum down your throat?" he roughly asked. Robert only gave it a moment's thought before he readily answered. "Cum down my throat," he urged. Joshua grimaced as his hand continued to jack hammer up, and down the length of his cock. "Are you sure?" he groaned. Robert attempted to nod, and pulled against Joshua's hold. It was enough. "Open your mouth," the young nurse ordered. When he obediently complied, Joshua stiffened as his fingers worked his cock even faster, and then a low grunt of pleasure erupted from his lips. Thrusting forward hard, he pulled Robert's head down to meet the onslaught of his invading shaft, and jammed it violently into the hot, tight confines of Robert's throat. Rivets of cum exploded from the large head, and began painting the inside of Robert's esophagus. Joshua cried out repeatedly as it filled him, and the muscles in his ass tightened savagely as he tried to force it in even harder. By the time he was completely empty, he was panting from the power of it. Pulling back, he eased out of Robert's throat slowly, and allowed his appendage to flop from his mouth. When he glanced down at him, his expression was apologetic as he reached up to caress the side of his face. "That was intense," he stated softly. Robert grimaced in response. The action immediately made Joshua's eyes widen as he peered over him in concern. "Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly. "No," Robert replied. "You've been crushing my dick for the past five minutes. It's trapped between your leg, and the towel." The answer was so unexpected that Joshua couldn't help but chuckle. Lifting higher onto his knees, he allowed Robert to adjust before shaking his head in amusement. "You definitely have a way with words, lieutenant." Nodding grimly, Robert smirked. Pushing his hands into the bed, Joshua slowly rose to his feet until he was towering over his charge. When he glanced down, his lips lifted in a carnal smile as he noticed the reason behind Robert's discomfort. He was fully erect, and his shaft was jutting upwards towards his stomach. "It looks as if though I have a very beneficial effect on you, lieutenant," Joshua observed slyly. Robert lifted a brow before rolling his eyes. "I think you can call me Bobby now," he said with a half cocked grin. "You sure?" Joshua wondered. "The military thing is kind of hot." Robert's chest shook with laughter as he shrugged. "Your call." Joshua bit his lip as he stared down at Robert's immense discomfort. "Since I'm currently being given the right to call the shots, I have a better idea," he announced. Sliding his surgical scrubs the rest of the way down his legs, he lifted his feet from them before using his toes to brush them aside. When he was standing gloriously naked over Robert in all of his splendor, his teeth flashed in a playful smile while he waggled his eyebrows. Robert's expression grew skeptical as he peered up at him. "What are you up to?" he asked sternly. Joshua dropped to his knees, causing the mattress to bounce for a moment before his grey eyes lifted to meet blue. Lifting his strong hands, he clasped onto the sides of Robert's neck, and pressed his thumbs lightly against the line of his jaw. When his patient only frowned, and looked at him with confusion, it made Joshua smile in response. "I want you to fuck me, lieutenant," he stated casually. Then he leaned in swiftly until his mouth was pressed to Robert's. The sudden, and unexpected feel of Joshua's tongue thrusting inside of his mouth made Robert moan. Suddenly frantic with need, he reached to palm Joshua's firm backside in his grasp, and lifted him into the air in order to pull him closer. When he was positioned where Robert wanted him, the older man's entire body stiffened, and he froze where he sat. Joshua immediately noticed the shift, and leaned back to peer into Robert's face. "You hurt yourself doing that, didn't you?" he asked. A harsh grunt escaped him, and then Robert's voice came out high, and tight. "Mhmm," he responded. Joshua's brows furrowed with concern. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea." Robert immediately scowled in return. "Bite your tongue," he bit out. "This is the best idea anyone has ever had." He followed the statement with a swift chuckle, making Joshua relax slightly. "We'll go slow," he assured him. "Don't pick me up again." Robert shook his head in aggravation. "Ten years ago, I not only could have picked you up, but I could have swung you over my shoulder, and paddled your ass for telling me what to do." Joshua snickered as he took that in. "Maybe we can try that last part later. Right now I want to feel you inside of me," he admitted heatedly. Reaching between them, he wrapped his fingers around Robert's taut erection. It made the older man's eyes drift closed as pleasure shot through him. "I want to feel that too," he moaned in response. His young nurse circled the opening of his cock head with the blunt ridge of his thumb, and then his fingers left him as he lifted his palm to spit in the center of it. When his hand returned to Robert's aching flesh, he coated the tip in order to lubricate it.