Page 26 of Collin: Episodes 1-3
“At the beginning of each of these contracts, I set aside three months of living expenses, including the cost of a new residence, in a bank account, and give you exclusive access to it, to be released if you leave The Residency. I will never let it be said that someone sold me their body for a place to live. I don’t want there to be a shadow of doubt in your mind, before, during, or after, that if we engage in sexual play and/or intercourse that you are doing so freely.”
Collin swallowed convulsively. His eyes had drifted up to Mr. Reevesworth’s face during this speech, and they were fixed there now. “You find me attractive, sir?”
“Yes. Mind and body, Collin.”
“I don’t know if I’m even good at sex.”
“Everyone can be trained, and this is not just sex. This is dominance and submission. It’s learned. You likely weren’t any good at using your phone the first time you held it.”
“Well, no.”
“And yet it’s practically instinctive now even with a new model.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Collin, I am extensively skilled in sensual arts. And I am skilled at getting what I want from a submissive partner, no matter their background.”
Damian sauntered into the room, a pair of lounge pants slung low on his hips and a silver necklace around his throat but nothing between. His abs rolled, each line cut, as he moved. “If he could get through to me, he can turn you into a sex kitten.”
“You’re out of turn, Damian. Sit.” Mr. Reevesworth spread his legs and pointed to the floor. “Maybe I should muzzle you tonight.”
Damian smirked at Collin and slid down between Mr. Reevesworth’s knees.
Collin stared. Damian in a suit had been distracting. Damian in jogging gear had been a threat. Damian half-naked and lounging submissively on the floor was short-circuiting synaptic impulses.
Mr. Reevesworth trailed his fingers around Damian’s throat. “You’re enjoying this.”
Damian tipped his head back to look up. “Of course I am, Master. I want to play with the blushing puppy as much as you do.”
“He hasn’t given his permission yet.”
“He will.” Damian shot Collin a look. “He needs you as much as I did.”
Mr. Reevesworth slid his hand over Damian’s mouth. “Hush. Collin will make his decision without you speaking for him.”
Damian wiggled his chin out of Mr. Reevesworth’s palm, then nipped the man’s thumb lightly, and dragged his tongue across it. “Collin needs to know that he can be enough. When one has never been enough for anyone, he doesn’t have a reason to believe in himself. He’s just going to think you don’t understand.”
Mr. Reevesworth looked down, studying Damian’s eyes. He slid his thumb inside Damian’s mouth and stroked his tongue. Damian melted.
“You want more in there, don’t you?”
Damian leaned into his leg.
Mr. Reevesworth shook his head. “It would be very bad form, my boy, to strip you right now and take you across the foot of Collin’s bed. Besides, Collin isn’t ready yet.”
Damian wrapped his tongue around Mr. Reevesworth’s thumb and sucked, eyes locked on his master’s face.
Mr. Reevesworth smiled and shook his head, laughing as his shoulders relaxed. He pulled his thumb out of Damian’s mouth. “Go get your gag, and then you can stay.”
Damian flowed to his feet and disappeared. Within seconds, he was back, a black leather muzzle in his hands. He settled on his knees in front of Mr. Reevesworth and held still while the other man buckled it around his head. Then he slumped, seemingly content, against Mr. Reevesworth’s thigh.
Mr. Reevesworth ran his hand over Damian’s crown and turned his gaze back to Collin. “There are reasons I take so much care in choosing boys. For example, Damian here, when he travels, when he works, he represents me. He represents what I stand for. In time, I’ve come to trust him with my image, my money, and my reputation. And I’ve incorporated his vision into my vision. I’ve handed him power and extended my power to join with his abilities and energy to create a greater vision. Someday, like other boys that I’ve had, he may want to stand on his own. Or have a boy of his own or take a different role in life and be a father with a wife and children. I will still be there for him.”
“Mr. Moreau is your husband, but…but you also have boys.”
“Yes.”
Collin swallowed and looked down at Damian and then away, out the window. “Damian is more than me, sir. I can’t be like Damian.”
