Page 67 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
“Why should he believe he’s more important than you are, Damian? You were in a crisis so grave you were not even fetching yourself water. He’s the reason you’re not nursing a headache and low blood sugar.”
Damian’s knees trembled. “I was wrong, sir.”
“You were.”
“Will Collin be okay, sir?”
“He will be, soon. Collin’s cage has not been unlocked since early this morning. Even though he was sent the key, he couldn’t bring himself to use it. And he could not bring himself to reach out for help. He’s both desperate to release his bladder but also dehydrated since he’s had nothing but morning coffee to drink all day. I will be dealing with several of these issues, but you will be dealing with the fact that he didn’t believe he could ask you for support even though you were here.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Your punishment for allowing your boundaries to be crossed and putting yourself at risk is to carry out Collin’s punishment for not speaking with you.”
Collin flinched.
Damian’s voice cracked with shock. “Sir!”
Mr. Reevesworth said nothing.
Damian made a strangled, unhappy sound. “Sir, I don’t deserve to get to punish Collin for something that I did.”
“You certainly deserve this, Damian. Nothing will drive the lesson home for you like seeing Collin suffer the consequences of your actions at your own hands. This is what I meant when I told you that your actions do not happen in a vacuum. How we treat ourselves also teaches others how to treat themselves. If you mean to be a leader, you must lead in all things. Do you want to lead other lawyers who have no boundaries with clients? Will that lead to an office that you are proud of? Do you want to be surrounded by workaholics who have no life and pant for every breath at the whim of a client? Do you?”
“No, sir!”
“Then do not be that lawyer! Those who follow you will resemble you!”
Damian’s knees hit the floor. “Yes, sir.”
Embarrassment for Damian suffused Collin’s body. He leaned forward, plastering his hands over his eyes and hiding his face between his knees.
“We will discuss this more at length later. I, myself, made mistakes with where Collin is with his training. He was not prepared to handle the emotional ramifications of being left alone with his cage and the key, nor did he correctly assess his own needs and value in the face of other factors. Tomorrow, when he is hydrated, he will face his normal punishment for not speaking up. Today, he will be punished for taking matters into his own hands and not seeking secondary help, such as you. I am going to unlock his cage, and you will take him into the bathroom. You will help him release himself in the manner you choose, and you will choose one additional punishment to be carried out at once. Bear in mind his physical state. I will be bringing something to the bathroom for him to start drinking.”
Damian had to clear his throat, just to manage to speak. “Do you want me to say the secondary punishment out loud or withhold the information from Collin, sir?”
“Take your time while you’re in the bathroom to think it over, then tell me out of his hearing. I’ll make the final judgment call.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Up, Collin.”
Collin shook his head. He couldn’t move. He was drowning. Everything was his fault. He’d put Damian in a bad position. He’d made Mr. Reevesworth regret his decisions, and now everyone was tired and focused on him. He was so fucking selfish.
A hand under his arm pulled him to his feet, but he was suddenly cramping. The water he’d just had was working its way through him, waking up his body in ways he’d shut down for hours. A strong, thick but shorter arm wrapped around his chest, holding him up. Mr. Reevesworth’s hands were at Collin’s belt. Collin clutched at it.
“Move, Collin.”
He cried. Mortified, he covered his face with his hands while Damian held him up. His skin was cold. His bones were shivering if that was even possible. Or maybe he was just freezing from the inside out.
Mr. Reevesworth pulled down Collin’s underwear and grasped Collin’s cock inside the cage. Every jarring movement hurt. The key turned, the plug at the end was withdrawn, then the cage itself came off. The loss of its weight was keen. He tried to cover himself.
“Would you just take off his pants, sir?” Damian murmured.
Mr. Reevesworth stripped them away.
“Come, Collin. Let’s get into the hall bathroom.”
He mimed walking, more than actually moved under his own volition. It felt like he would fall every other moment, but Damian was there, large and firm and warm in a way Collin was never going to be again. The light turned on when they entered, triggered by motion. Collin saw the toilet. He leaned toward it, but Damian dragged him past it and into the shower.
