"Let's go get you cleaned up" said Jason. "You can just put on your briefs. I'll bring up the rest of the clothes later."
"Shouldn't we at least get rid of this bucket of piss? Don't want to be accused of not cleaning up after myself again," said Phil. His mood started to lighten slightly.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of all of that stuff later. It's the least I can do." Jason put his Phil's shoulder and walked him out of the room. As they way walked out, he saw two of the brothers from the committee talking in the kitchen. "You okay man?" one called out. Phil said nothing and looked down.
Jason decided to answer for him. "He's a little shaken up. Taking him upstairs to get him to bed."
"How do I even talk to those guys again? How do I talk to anyone in the frat again?" asked Phil as they walked up the stairs to the bathroom.
"They're not going to tease you about what happened if that's what you're worried about. And they're not going to talk about what happened- even with each other. Look bro, I don't expect you to behave like nothing happened- but it'll get better sooner than you think."
"I guess," replied Phil. He wasn't in the mood for introspection.
"You need to use the bathroom before you wash up?" Jason asked. Phil shot him a pointed angry look. "Oh- sorry. I nearly forgot. I didn't mean anyth-."
"Just stop man," sighed Phil. They entered the senior bathroom next to Jason's room. Jason closed the door behind him.
"Let's get you out of these." He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Phil's briefs.
"What the hell man? I can do this myself!" Phil was startled. "Don't you think we've done enough of the homo shit for one night?" Jason kept his thumbs on Phil's hips.
"C'mmon bro. Please let me take care of you. I really feel like I should. After everything that just happened, I don't think we need to be squeamish around each other anymore." He looked Phil in the eye.
"Fine J. Whatever floats your boat. Are we even supposed to be having this conversation? Isn't it, like, against the rules or something?"
"Yeah, it is. But fuck the rules man. We've known each other much longer than we've been in this frat. I don't want this to become some weird dark secret between us. The more we can talk to each other about it, the faster we can put it behind us. I made you cum and piss yourself in front of the other brothers. There- it's out in the open now."
"Another lash and you might have made me shit myself too bro," chuckled Phil.
"Anyhow, are you taking these things off or not?"
Jason slowly lowered Phil's underwear, carefully trying to avoid grazing it on his cane marks. Phil winced slightly as waistband moved over the hump of his ass. "Sorry man," said Jason under his breath. It was the first time Phil heard those words all night. Jason got some water warmed up and retrieved a soft rag from the bathroom door.
Jason then removed his own shirt and pants. "Don't want to get these wet," he said casually. He stood there in his boxer briefs and he helped Phil into the tub. Jason was close to 6ft 4" and towered over Phil. His muscular chest and legs were smooth while small wisps of hair trailed from his belly button into his underwear. His ass, though smaller than Phil's, had a cute round shape. Phil could see the shape of his flaccid cock as it pointed up in his boxer briefs.
Rather than turn on the shower, Jason allowed a bucket to fill beneath the tap. He then used a pitcher to pour the warm water onto Phil's back. The relief was instant until the water trickled to the cane marks. He winced again.
"Don't worry Phil. I'll take care of those in a little while."
Jason's tall stature made it easy for him to pour water on Phil's chest without him having to turn around. He didn't want Phil to move too much- just to feel relaxed. His soapy hands touched against Phil's chest and upper back. At one point Phil felt like he was being pressed against Jason's chest. His large hands reached further down to his sore butt cheeks. Despite a little occasional pain from rubbing, Phil was amazed at how tenderly Jason handled him as he soaped up his hair crack. Phil was as taken aback by Jason's care as he was by his ferocity less than an hour ago.
He was startled back to reality when he felt Jason's hands soaping and fondling his balls. "What are you doing J?" asked Phil pointed tone. However, he didn't attempt to move away.
"Just making sure everywhere is cleaned up. Relax bro, I'm not going to hurt you." With that, he peeled back Phil's foreskin and gently ran his soapy thumb over the exposed cock head. Phil shuddered. He figured that any lines that could be crossed between them had already been crossed. The situation felt erotic in an almost paternal way. Jason rinsed him off and helped him out of the tub to dry off before carrying Phil to his bedroom.
Jason, still in his boxer briefs, sat on the bed while Phil walked in behind him naked with the towel draped around his arms.
"Now to take care of those marks on your ass. Don't want them to hurt too bad tonight," said Jason. "Come stand in front of me so I can see the damage. You don't need to let one loose again right?"
