Grace makes a suggestion to solve Johnny’s wet dream problem

"Alright then, up you go," Grace says as she flicks the covers off of Johnny and scoops his slender frame into her arms.

"W-woah, I-I can walk, you know." Johnny protests as the butler begins to groom-style carry him over to the bathroom.

"And risk you spreading more of that mess on your body, not a chance," Grace responds with a slight smirk.

Johnny cringes, the wind knocked out of his argumentative spirit as Grace again mentions his 'accident.' As he relents, his eyes flicker to the floor, letting Grace whisk him to the restroom. The butler smoothly opened the door with her right hand and entered with Johnny still in her hold.

She sets him down on the tile floor, promptly spinning him around to unclip his bra. Making a conscious effort to remove it without moving the young boy's injured arm. Johnny pressed his lips into a slight frown as she did so. He really hoped his injury heals up soon so that he may have some hope of experiencing some sense of privacy again when he needs to clean himself.

He cooperates with Grace's attempts to undress him. Especially when it came to maneuvering his good arm. Allowing Grace to have an easier time getting the bra off and obediently lifting up his feet as she pulls down his panties. The boy still doesn't think he'll get used to being stripped like this any time soon. He anxiously shifts his weight from one foot to another as he attempts to cover his modesty. A relatively arduous task when one only has one functioning arm. Grace then runs the bath water, turning the knob from the tub till it reaches a pleasant temperature.

"I'm just going to get rid of these as they will just wash off and end up floating around in the tub. Don't worry; I'll give you another set once you're done." Grace says as she starts to remove the bandaids that have been placed over all the minor nicks and dings on Johnny's body.

"Eep!" Johnny squeaks, trying his best not to move as Grace systematically removes each bandaid.

"Apologies for going so slow, but if I just rip them off, I run the risk of reopening your cuts, so just be a brave boy for me and keep still like you have been," Grace explains. Taking her time to carefully peel off each bandaid to avoid ripping any of Johnny's scabs and making the poor boy bleed.

It takes five tedious minutes, but eventually, Grace gets all of them without incident. The ebony woman rolled them into small balls and tossed them into a waste bin near the door.

Grace smiles as she picks up Johnny. "Here we go now," she chirps.

Grace gently lowers Johnny into the bath by Slowly carrying him with an arm under his legs and one supporting his back. The water goes just about high enough to reach the boy's hips while sitting. This, unfortunately, means that not even his cock is provided any privacy, leaving Johnny somehow feeling even more **** than before. This is compounded by Grace towering over him as she stands at the side of the bath. Johnny squirms and then yelps as he accidentally tries to use his injured arm to cover himself instinctively.

"Are you alright, Johnny? Please be careful!" Grace exclaims a slight desire to scold underlying her worry like a parent whose just watched their child hurt themselves through their own recklessness but prioritizes concern for their well-being over telling them off.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Can we please get this over with?" Johnny mumbles, his head down in defeat and his arms now at his sides, not even making an attempt to obscure his privates.

Again, he looks completely hopeless in front of Grace. It's so frustrating... Grace gives him a warm smile and pats the boy on the shoulder.

"You'll heal soon; your injuries aren't too serious; for now, don't strain yourself." Says the ebony-skinned butler, sensing Johnny's irritation.

However, she misses that it's mostly because it makes him look more helpless to her, and the butler only thinks he's upset about being unable to care for himself at full capacity. Sulking, Johnny just looks down into the water with a defeated gaze in his eyes. Knowing Grace's words to be true but still not liking them.

With a slight smile, Grace gives you a pat on the back of encouragement before heading to the cabinet under the sink and getting out some cleaning supplies. She collected shampoo, body wash, and clothes, carried them to the tub, and set them on the floor.

She squirts some body wash into the tub, turning the water a dull pink and quickly filling the bath with a small layer of bubbles. Next, she poured the shampoo onto Johnny's head, wetting her hands with the water; she scrubbed his hair until the shampoo started to turn into suds. A white, soapy cloud was now on Johnny's blonde mop of long golden hair. While Grace allows it to seep into his scalp, she takes the washcloth and dunks it in the water.

"I'm going to do the area where your cuts are first; let me know if I'm hurting you or providing discomfort," Grace says, holding the washcloth a few inches away from Johnny's skin while explaining what she's doing.

Johnny gave a nod of understanding. With the boy's consent, Grace went about cleaning around his cuts. She used the same gentle dabbing method the last time she bathed the boy. Again, being extra cautious with his injured arm. Once done, Grace scrubbed the parts of his body, which were unaffected by any cuts as usual. Johnny's cheeks were steaming as she took the initiative to move his feet back towards his body so that she could get his legs out of the water. Ugh.... surely she could have just asked him to do that, right?

"I'm not a doll you know..." Johnny frowns as he turns away from Grace with a pout.

"Apologies, Johnny, I didn't mean to manhandle you," Grace responds calmly as she bows her head apologetically.

"Egrh, i-it's fine..." Johnny responds as the low tone Grace responds with makes his heart skip a beat.

Gah, why is she suddenly acting debonair and cool now? It's almost worse than her acting all doting and worrying over Johnny. His eyes unconsciously flick over to her, noticing some water from the tub splashed over onto her arms and running down her chest. Her ebony skin glistens as the light from the room reflects off the stray droplets.

The shine accentuated the contorts of her firm body and a decent amount of muscle mass, making Johnny bite his lip. Helpless klutz or overly horny teen. Johnny thinks that these are the only two ways Grace sees him. He wants to bang his head against the wall as the wet dream flashes in his mind's eye, and his cock twitches. The worse part is that NOW Grace is moving to clean his cock.

The butler trails down across Johnny's tummy with the washcloth till she finally touches his dick. The boy's muscles tense, and he straightens upright as the fabric makes contact with his sensitive cockhead. Grace keeps her scrubbing of Johnny's genitals as brief and straight-laced as possible. Temping as it was to tease the boy's sensitive bits, Grace keeps an ethical approach to her work.

Not taking any advantage to **** the current position she holds above the boy, she performs her duties like the last bath she gave him and only makes the amount of contact necessary. Of course, she does let herself enjoy the view she has, not able to help but leer at Johnny's cute, shriveled cock floating in the water. Stolid as she may be, Grace isn't made of stone.

Johnny uses all of his will to try and hold it together. His attempts to avoid getting hard seem to have the opposite effect. The more he tries to ignore Grace touching him, the more his mind keeps returning to it. The soft washcloth caressing his sensitive skin, the way it so easily glides across his cock under the water. Grace diligently rubbed alllll over his balls and penis in her thorough attempt to clean him.

Being extra diligent to make sure there isn't any residual cum, on his dick. Unfortunately for Johnny, his member ends up betraying him just like his mind, as when Grace finishes washing his member, it's standing erect. Poking out of the water like it was consciously making an effort to have its arousal known.

Face palming while embarrassment and shame turn his stomach into knots, Johnny buries his face into his hand. Both to hide his expression and avoid making eye contact with the ebony butler. He could not even bear looking at her as it was now almost impossible for Grace not to notice Johnny's involuntary reaction to her touch. The now fully rigid one-eyed serpent at his crotch was completely unhidden by the bubbles and water as it stood proudly erect and unashamed. Unlike its master, who just wanted to fade out of existence right now,

"Hmmm, is this little one still so easy to stir after a night of fantasy?" Grace asked, smiling dryly as she noted Johnny's erect penis.

Her tone is playful, with a low, suave pitch that sends a shiver up Johnny's spine. Yet Grace's voice has a slight touch of intrigue and curiosity. She was unable to stop herself as her focus is drawn to Johnny's cock. Though it's not the first time she's seen the boy's sex, it is the first time she's seen it fully aroused. Her eyes lighten as she gazes upon his sacred flower in full bloom.

Obviously, it has gained a few inches since it was soft. Yet even with the extra length, Johnny's dick was still on the smaller size. This fact made Grace have to suppress a laugh. As the cock reminds the butler of a chihuahua, it acts all unruly and out of turn despite its less-than-impressive size. The teeny guy was only about the length of her ring finger, with him at full sprout, only just a reaching conservative 5 inches. Of course, this isn't something negative in Grace's book.

Even with the lack of surface area, she finds Johnny's cock absolutely adorable. It being absent of any bulging veins, which Grace personally finds unappealing. The lack of any unsightly blemishes. The smooth, consistent ratio along the whole shaft. The entire thing is a work of art in her view. The cock really has an undeniable natural boyish charm about it. Just like Johnny himself does! A very, very pretty cock for a very very pretty boy. What a marvel...

Of course, once she's done taking a second to drink in the scene, Grace slips back into a professional demeanor. Straightening up her shoulders with a newly reignited, straight-laced mindset, her eyes re-trail over the progress she's made on cleaning Johnny so far. Checking her handy work so far, she gives a nod of satisfaction as she scans Johnny's naked form. Yet Again, her focus then comes to stop at his crotch. Though it not being for the same wanton, lewd reasons as before.

Looking down at the boy's dick, Grace observes what she sees as a slight problem. The prim and proper butler narrows her eyes. She taps a thoughtful finger on the side of the tub, and Johnny becomes a little uneasy at Grace's serious expression at his member. Her face is stolid, eyes firm as she furrows her brow. The ebony woman looked downwards at Johnny's cock with an unflinching stern look. It's almost like she's judging the penis for an act of mischief or making some sort of infraction against her.

Peaking through his fingers, Johnny catches Grace eyeballing him with that intense look. Oh god, d-did he do something wrong? Why is she staring at him like that? Johnny shifts his feet across one another nervously. Her unwavering gaze makes him extremely uncomfortable, and he can't help but squirm around in the tub. Still hiding his face from Grace with his good hand, he finds himself thinking back to the window scenario of disappearing. Alternatively, he wonders how quickly hed be able to drown himself if he sticks his head in the water. The tension in the room is only cut after Grace finally speaks again.

"Johnny...." Grace speaks slowly, mulling over in her head what is the proper way to say this.

"I-um y-yes?" Johnny stutters in response, hanging at the edge of his seat as he hangs on Grace's every word.

"Tell me... do you still think you can provide yourself relief if need be, or are your injuries going to prevent you from performing that act?" Grace speaks in a calm, slightly aloof voice, trying not to make a big fuss out of how personal what she was asking Johnny was.

"W-what is it you think you're asking me??" Johnny instinctively covers up his chest, shrinking back as if Grace's question tried to reach out and grope at his body.

"Come now, such a thing is a natural function, and as you are in Lady Stella's charge and, by association, my care, I have to make sure all of your needs are met." Grace replies confidentially, ignoring Johnny's response and the dumbfounded look on his face as an overreaction.

"I, well, no, I don't think I can really, I can't answer something like that!" Johnny goes beat red as he realizes what he's saying; so boldly did Grace ignore his outburst that for a second, he just instinctively answered.

Her assertiveness was so causal that he instinctively folded and gave an answer before he could realize what he was saying and stop.

"I see, well then, what if I were to..." Grace trails off, not finishing her sentence.

She hesitates for a second. Searching her vocabulary for the right words so that what she's about to suggest comes out with at least some tact.

"What if I could provide you with some sort of assistance in the process then?" Grace asks her remarks are vague and non-descriptive so as to not taint the conversation with any extra lewdness.

Johnny's eyes go wide as saucers.

"W-w-what are you suggesting???" He questions Grace, his back against the back of the tub, to steady himself. The suggestion nearly has him tumbling backward.

"tsk. Oh, stop with that look; I mean with my hands; I have no intentions of deflowering you, my boy." Grace clicks her tongue, shaking her head disapprovingly at Johnny for even thinking such a thing.

"Truly, what do you think of me? Do you think I would do such a thing to someone injured in my care and a guest of Lady Stella's no less?" Grace frowns, not about to let her honor be subjected to such blasphemous slander

"Well, I have only known you for a day or two..." Johnny says, pointing out the fact not even to be combative but just to point out the facts.

"ahem, well, have I done anything in those two days that might suggest I'm someone of such low character that I would do what you're suggesting?" Grace retorts, briefly taken aback by the soundness of Johnny's logic.

"No, I guess not..." Says Johnny, rubbing the back of his neck now with his good arm. He feels rather silly as he's jumped to a conclusion here.

Really, though, it's not so much his fault. Since that dream, his mind has been wandering a bit. Such intense emotions came from that nighttime fantasy. His head hasn't yet fully straightened back on his shoulders.

"But what you're suggesting isn't that kind of overboard," Johnny says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, I can't abide by you potentially making a mess of the bed again; what if housekeeping comes and sees that you've made a mess? They might make all sorts of assumptions, and assumptions aren't good for Lady Stella. You remember what I said about how damaging unchecked rumors can be for someone in the QUEENS family, right?" Grace reminds Johnny, and she folds her hands behind her back. She takes a proper stance by the tub and awaits his response.

Johnny silently nods. He trails his fingers around in the bath water, tension beating in his heart as he watches the bubbles from the shampoo swirl around the water's surface. He bites his lip and thinks back to the party with Stella's family again.

He recalls all the drama that went on and just remembers the tense air that seemed to hang around that place, which makes the hair on the back of his nap stand up. The memory of that place reminds Johnny of a jungle. Family politics and hidden agendas made navigating and finding your footing difficult. It seemed like all sorts of unseen predators and threats lay in waiting. Watching for any chance of an opportunity to strike. Though Johnny might be letting his imagination influence his memory here, as the party wasn't wholly a white-knuckling experience. He did meet some nice people like Ashlyn and that Japanese boy whose name is currently slipping his mind.

Still, the thought that Johnny might be putting Stella, who has been such a gracious benefactor for him, in danger by his wet dreams. This makes him consider Grace's rather strange offer. It'd be wrong if something he did ended up causing her trouble, right? She has been so generous and friendly to him since he met her.

"Of course, I can't **** you into anything, yet I would think taking care of such an issue manually would be much better than making a mess every night, would it not?" Grace encourages, hands still folded behind her like a soldier standing guard or awaiting orders, a small expectant tilting her head signaling that she isn't going to let this subject go until she gets an answer.

Her words unintentionally needle the back of Johnny's mind as she mentions him making a mess, even if it wasn't Grace's intention to cause offense. This only puts more pressure on Johnny, and the boy starts to feel like he needs to make up for his failings. He has to just bear it, no matter how embarrassing it is. It is also a chance to show Grace he isn't a complete screwup and that he can bear a burden if he has to. Still, is this REALLY something he's comfortable letting Grace do? Yeah, she seems okay, and yeah, she's handsome, but what she's asking for? It's just so weird. Johnny barely knows her, even if she seems like a good person with no insidious motives. Can he really allow her to do something so intimate to him?