It had been a few days since Bart had been thrown down the stairs. He wasn't sure how many because there were no windows, but he had fallen asleep at least six times. After that he lost would stay awake until he couldn't stay awake anymore. The basement smelled horrible and Bart couldn't move too well. In all the time he'd been in the basement he hadn't gotten any food or water.
Bart didn't think was a particularly interesting form of torture and honestly felt kind of cheated. He expected more from Bob but this just felt like he had been forgotten. Bart spent the first few days trying to see if there were any flaw that might get him out of the basement, but now Bart could barely open his eyes much less get up.
Bob was home, Bart knew. He could hear his footsteps and a tea kettle crying at least once a day, or maybe it was his own cries he heard. Luckily, though, today would be a different day for Bart as he heard the basement door open. He didn't bother opening his eyes it took too much effort. Bart was drifting in and out of consciousness as he felt himself be lifted.
The next thing he knew he was waking up in a bed, it wasn't his own but it was still a bed. On the bed-side table there was a two pieces of toast with peanut butter smeared on them, and a glass of lukewarm water. He took it and ate it slowly. After he finished eating he inspected his surroundings.
The room he was in had two doors, one of the doors was larger than the other. Bart assumed that this door led to the rest of the house meaning the other door was either a closet or a bathroom. There was also a green cushioned chair that sat in the corner facing him. Bart wanted to look around but didn't trust himself to get out of bed, so he laid back down. Bart soon fell asleep once more.
When he awoke again there was more toast and water on the table and Bob was sitting in the green chair. Bart's voice was cracked and quiet when he tried to speak. It made him sick, so he gave up.
"There are a few rules. I did bring you out of that basement so I think you owe me. One, you will not leave this room. Two you will not be loud. If you be a good boy you can get more privileges. If you disobey me you will go back to the cellar. Do you understand?" Bob's voice was stern leaving no room for argument. Bart nodded his head rapidly. He didn't want to go back to the basement.
"Good. Now don't be difficult. You smell awful and need to bathe" Bob scooped Bart up with a gentleness the young man hadn't anticipated and carried him to the smaller of the two doors in the room. He must have been easy to carry because Bob did it with one hand as he filled the large tub with warm water and bubbles. Bart put up a little bit of a fight when Bob started undressing him but he was too weak to care. Bob sat him gently in the water and the warmth made him let out a throaty moan. He barely registered the older man's glare before Bob was rolling up the sleeves of his white button up and sinking them into the water beside Bart's bare body. Bart flinched away slightly, but when Bob started to wash him with a soft sponge it felt too good to protest. He let out more soft moans until Bob suddenly threw the sponge into the water splashing Bart's face and getting soapy water in his eyes.
"Honestly!" Bob huffed. "Could you shut the bloody hell up? Im being generous and bathing you shut up.
"I-" His voice was too quiet to make a difference Bob calmed himself crouched down again, rinsing the boy's body, and scrubbing shampoo into his hair, then rinsing that as well.
"Finish and dry yourself." Bob said before storming out. Weakly, Bart did as told. There were no clothes set out and bob had taken his clothes when he left so he wrapped the towel around himself, let the water out, and went back to the bed to sleep.
Bob was fucked. Utterly fucked. The stupid boy- young man was doing things to him. Bloody fuckery is what it was. He couldn't be around the git without getting all worked up. Jesus fuck. Okay, new plan. Bob was going to get Bart to lust after him. It would solve all his problems. Bob would be in complete control! Kind of. All he had to do was step up his game. And maybe buy a maid's outfit.
A/N: I'm really sorry. Like I said I don't really have an excuse but i am sorry. Anywho what do you guys want to happen? DOnt forget to leave a comment i'd love to hear from you all. Also, i've not really introduced myself? YOu can call me Sock its a nickname also yes i changed my name again i am sorry but also no im not.
SOCKERELLA OUT, PEACE