Page 56 of Collin: Episodes 1-3
“Thank you?” Collin tilted his head. “Doesn’t waxing hurt? Sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth smirked. “It is an experience. I look forward to the finished result.”
Elliot, it turned out, was available in thirty minutes as he’d just had a cancellation. Mr. Reevesworth made the executive decision to accept the slot and return to finish his work after the appointment. Collin bit his lip as they entered the elevator after a quick but thorough shower. Was it good there was no wait, or was it bad he didn’t have time to mentally prepare?
Elliot was a broad-shouldered man with tattoos down both arms and up the side of his neck, with a goatee and no hair on his head. He greeted Mr. Reevesworth with a boisterous hello and loud handshake. “A virgin, I hear.” His eyes shifted to Collin.
Collin stepped behind Mr. Reevesworth. But that was not to be. Mr. Reevesworth put an arm around Collin’s shoulder and pulled him forward. The only saving grace was that there was no one else in the private office.
“To wax, yes. I promised him that you were the best to guide him through.”
“I’ve never lost a man yet.” Elliot slapped his hands together.
There was a short amount of paperwork and a check for allergies, of which Collin had none, and Elliot stepped away, muttering about putting things to rights around the chair. The chair which was intimidatingly dominating the center of the back room.
“Your clothes, Collin.” Mr. Reevesworth held out his hand with a hanger in it. “I’ll hang them for you.”
Collin drew in a breath. Right. He had to get naked for this. How much of his new life was going to require being naked in front of other men?
Just think of it like going to the doctor.
See, this was why he’d avoided ever getting put on the swim team in high school.
Once in the chair, he stared at the ceiling and tried to pretend he was anywhere else but where he was. Mr. Reevesworth, gracefully, sat just off to the side.
Elliot was good at what he did. There was prep, then more prep, and then the actual removal. If Collin let slip a four-letter word once or twice, the other two men were kind enough to ignore it. At least the lotion at the end was soothing. Collin climbed off the chair feeling more naked then when he’d gotten into it and with legs like wet noodles, mostly from embarrassment but not pain. Elliot was just that good. Mr. Reevesworth gave Collin a hand and helped him to sit on a towel. Elliot came back from washing his hands and offered a cold bottle of water.
“First time is always the worst; unless you get a bad tech.”
Collin tried a weak smile. “There’s going to be a second time?”
“Every five to eight weeks.” Elliot grinned. “Keeps things nice and neat and doesn’t let anything snarl with toys.”
“Toys, right.” Collin hid behind the water bottle.
Elliot handed Mr. Reevesworth a small printout of instructions slipped inside a care bag for continuing to keep the skin healthy and saw them out.
Collin pushed his hands into the pockets of his coat as he walked beside Mr. Reevesworth down the sidewalk to the restaurant a couple hours later. Everything felt different, different enough that it seemed like the strangers passing them by should be able to look at him and instantly know that man has no hair under his pants.
Mr. Reevesworth reached out and took Collin’s hand, patting and pressing it with his other palm. “Relax, Collin. No one knows.”
“Feels like they should.”
“Well, fortunately, X-ray vision is still a thing of comic books. Even if you went through a scanner at the airport, they won’t know if you’re denuded or not.”
“As long as I’m not wearing any toys.”
“Well, there is that. I generally find it advisable to pack toys in a bag and not on one’s person.”
“Yeah, I’m sure it saves time. I mean, the questions…” his voice trailed off.
Mr. Reevesworth laughed.
The food was good, better than good. Despite everything that had happened that day, Collin demolished the entirety of what Mr. Reevesworth ordered for him. Menus never appeared. Mr. Reevesworth had apparently ordered ahead, but as Collin ate his way through the first part of the meal, he realized Mr. Reevesworth was quietly ordering additional plates and having a few boxed up. They had to wait for that, but Mr. Reevesworth passed the time chatting to some friends who happened to drop by. The cook came out to speak with Mr. Reevesworth for a while. Collin forced himself to stay upright in his chair, but now and again, his eyes started to slide shut.
When the cook was gone, Mr. Reevesworth offered the waitress his card and stood to put on his coat. Collin rose with him. By the time they reached the front of the establishment, the same waitress was there, giving Mr. Reevesworth back his card and wishing them both a good evening. Outside, it was just cold enough to snap Collin into general awareness. The walk back finished waking him up, though a general tiredness was lurking just inside his bones. At the door, he hung up his coat and put his shoes on the rack.
Mr. Reevesworth gestured for Collin to go to his bedroom. Collin went to the en suite bathroom in his room and on second thoughts, washed his hands. One never knew what could be on elevators and public doors. He came out of the bathroom to Mr. Reevesworth setting the chastity device, a small vibrator, lube, and a condom out on a towel on the bed.
