Page 33 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
“I look forward to this, if you will permit me to be there.”
“I would insist. We should share the moment.”
Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau kissed. Collin dropped his head to Mr. Moreau’s chest and watched them, smiling. These two felt strong enough to hold him, to love him, and to deny the world all the pieces of him that he didn’t want to give away.
Strong enough to hold the space. And maybe, somehow, they would make him strong enough to hold space to be as well.
Collin told Mr. Reevesworth about Ash as they walked to the office. They’d barely spoken of it over the weekend, not in any depth.
“He can sleep there for the moment,” Mr. Reevesworth decided. “But make him at least order some camping gear, a body mat, and better blankets.”
“What’s a body mat?”
“It’s what you put under a sleeping bag when camping. The ceramic floors in that room are less forgiving than a forest floor. See if you can figure out if he’s opposed to living in an apartment or if there’s another point of friction.”
“I’ll try, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth smiled. “You’re doing well with Ash, Collin. I’m pleased.”
Collin and Mr. Reevesworth didn’t speak after entering the building until they reached Mr. Reevesworth’s inner office. They were early, and no one else was yet present.
Mr. Reevesworth put down his briefcase and took off his coat and hat. Collin helped hang them up and started to take off his own. When he turned around, Mr. Reevesworth was waiting for him. He had a small black object in his hand.
“Open your pants.”
Collin blinked but obeyed. He was locked away, as usual, in the cage.
Mr. Reevesworth attached the small black object to one of the rings of the cock cage. “This is a tracking device. There is a small speaker in this. If you’re ever where I don’t want you to be, I can send it a signal, and it will make a sound of my choice. There are few options programmed into it.”
A pleasurable owned feeling slithered through Collin. “I didn’t know they sold things like this.”
Mr. Reevesworth smirked. “It’s not off-the-shelf tech, at least not at your regular shop.”
Collin blushed. He poked at the device. It was small enough that it wouldn’t really show once he zipped back up.
“Consider yourself marked and claimed, boy.”
“Yes, master.”
“Good. Now, let’s get started on our day. You have etiquette lessons at ten for two hours, then you’ll accompany me to a lunch meeting with the mayor. It’s more casual; you’ll be eating with me. But first, go check on Ash and ask him if he has a report about your old devices.”
Collin pulled a face. He hadn’t thought about the data breach on his old laptop in days. “Yes, sir.”
He turned away and opened the door. Carrie, the receptionist, was just coming in along with Bruiski and Janice. Bruiski looked worse for wear with dark marks under his eyes. Janice, however, seemed to have made a complete recovery.
Carrie approached Collin and paused close enough to speak quietly. “Morning, Mr. Ryker. There’s someone here for Mr. Reevesworth. I think…they aren’t friendly. I’m holding them in reception. Smells like a lawyer.”
“No one is on his schedule.” Collin narrowed his eyes. “Tell them to leave their number. Mr. Reevesworth is occupied.”
Carried nodded and left. Collin moved to greet Bruiski and Janice. Hartwick came in and joined in the good mornings.
Carrie came trotting back flushed. “Mr. Ryker, the man’s insisting. He’s saying it’s a legal matter and will only take a moment.” She coughed, covering her mouth with shaking fingers.
“Are you all right?”
“It’s the man’s perfume, I mean, cologne. I think I’m allergic. The whole front smells like him.”
Her eyes were truly watering.
