Free Final Encore by Scotty Cade

yourself; I
    just want to get you some dry clothes.”
    Ian laughed. “Oh, is that al? I was so trying to
    play hard to get.”
    Ian told Bily he could find his bedroom upstairs,
    second door to the left, and explained where he could
    find some underwear, socks, a T-shirt, and gym shorts.
    On the way to the mahogany-railed staircase, Bily
    passed a half bathroom on the right and continued on to
    what he assumed was Ian’s home office. The room was
    handsomely decorated with a large leather-topped
    Chippendale oak desk and matching leather desk chair.
    As Bily quickly scanned the room, he noticed a
    console behind the desk that housed Ian’s computer
    and CD player, and in front of the desk stood two
    leather side chairs. The room had very high ceilings and
    was surrounded by floor-to-ceiling oak bookcases.
    Attached to the bookcases, three quarters of the way
    up, was a round brass rail that folowed the bookcases
    around the room. Attached to the brass rails was an
    oak ladder on rolers that Bily knew was designed to
    reach the top shelves. The shelves were filed with what
    seemed like an endless supply of books, awards, and
    accessories.
    Bily hurried up the stairs and quickly found the
    open door to Ian’s bedroom. He entered a very large
    two-level room. Along the right wal was a king-sized
    four poster bed with large marble-topped bedside
    tables. To the far left was a nook that held a massive
    armoire, and immediately to the right of the door was a
    matching dresser and gold-gilded mirror. Directly
    across from the bed was a second level to the room,
    one step up, with two overstuffed upholstered
    wingback chairs that sat in front of a fireplace. He made
    his way to the door he assumed was the closet and
    entered a room at least sixteen by sixteen feet with wal-
    to-wal clothes racks and an island in the center that
    held drawer units on al four sides. Bily felt a little like a
    voyeur rummaging through Ian’s closet; after al, he
    hardly knew him. He immediately stopped looking
    around and got to the task at hand. He found the
    underwear and socks exactly where Ian had said they
    would be, and as promised, the next drawer down had
    the T-shirts, and in the drawer to the right were the gym
    shorts.
    When Bily got back downstairs, he found that
    Ian had already removed his wet shirt, belt, and walet
    and was about to remove his left boot. Bily stopped for
    just a minute to observe the tanned, topless Ian. Ian’s
    chest was exactly how he had imagined it, smooth,
    hairless, and very cut. His pumped-up arms were very
    wel defined, and Bily made a mental note that he
    needed to go back to the gym. When Ian saw Bily, he
    stopped unlacing his boot and looked up. His right foot,
    stil in his boot, was propped up on one of the leather
    ottomans.
    “Let me help with that,” Bily said.
    “That was quick,” said Ian.
    “Your instructions were dead-on.”
    “Thanks,” Ian replied.
    Bily quickly finished unlacing Ian’s left boot and
    attempted to pul it off. His boot and sock were stil
    very wet, so the boot didn’t give way easily but
    eventualy came off. When Bily removed the sock,
    Ian’s foot and toes were shriveled like prunes.
    “We’l get you dry and warmed up as soon as I
    get the other boot off,” Bily said with a little bit of
    sadness on his face. “It wil probably hurt a bit.”
    As Bily was bending down to remove Ian’s boot,
    he thought back to his Eagle Scout days and
    remembered that as soon as the boot came off, the foot
    would begin to swel very quickly.
    “Wait a second,” Bily said, and he headed to the
    kitchen. “Do you have any plastic bags?”
    “Yep, third drawer down on the left,” Ian said.
    Bily found the bags and turned to the freezer,
    filing a bag with ice and sealing it before heading back
    to Ian. He slowly unlaced Ian’s boot, thankful he had
    worn laced-up Ropers instead of a traditional boot.
    Ian had winced only once or twice by the time
    Bily was finished