Page 24 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
“There. We’ll work on you creating the muscles necessary to hold this. And with time, your bearing will improve at all times. This is how I want to see you—proud, available, and ready for me.”
Collin tried to suppress a shiver, but with his master’s hands on him, he couldn’t entirely hide it.
“Do you enjoy that, Collin, imagining being in this position for me, in the living room perhaps, while everyone else is going about their evening routine?”
Blood rushed to Collin’s face. “Sir!”
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “It’s heady, isn’t it? When you’re in this position, you can’t lie about your submission. Stay.” He stood and circled Collin, taking Collin’s arms and moving them behind Collin’s back, holding them bent and crossed. “And if I left you in this position, tied and gagged, how would you feel then?”
Collin shivered, suppressing nothing. “Embarrassed, sir. I’d feel embarrassed and…”
“And?”
“Naked, sir.”
“Anything else?”
Collin let his head fall forward, cheeks burning. “I’d want you to pay attention, sir. If you were paying attention, then I’d hate it and love it, but if you weren’t paying attention…”
“Then what, Collin?” Mr. Reevesworth left Collin’s hands behind him but sat back down in the chair, facing him.
Collin dared a glance upward. “I’d feel like trash, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth stroked Collin’s cheek. “I like putting my boys on display as does Émeric. Like works of art.” He leaned forward, kissing Collin’s forehead. “You will always have my attention. I promise, I will train you to enjoy being displayed even if I’m not speaking to you or touching you. Sometimes I just enjoy having a beautiful person quietly submitting or suffering for me.”
Collin shuddered. “I’m afraid, sir, of being forgotten. When you move too far away, it feels like I’m not interesting or not interesting enough.”
“And to feel that way naked and in submission would be terrible.”
Collin nodded.
Mr. Reevesworth continued to stroke Collin’s hair. “I noticed something like this when Émeric spanked you on the coffee table.”
“And you touched me, and then everything was all right.”
Mr. Reevesworth hummed lightly in the back of his throat. “Are you willing to try to overcome this?”
Collin dropped his eyes. Was he?
“I think, sir, that I need to understand why it’s important to you. I want to be connected to you, not distant. So, I don’t understand why being left somewhere is a good thing.”
“Don’t think of it as left; think of it as crafted and held up. Some art needs distance to be enjoyed. And time to develop. There’s something to be appreciated about watching a man hold a position, letting gravity and time take their toll, the way he starts to sweat, his breath changes, his mind drifts and shifts, his awareness moves, both within himself and beyond himself. Sometimes it’s a form of slow surrender, and sometimes it’s a form of service.”
“Slow surrender, sir?”
“If I set you up with a phallus, perhaps a somewhat large one for what you are accustomed to, at your hole, and then I give you the option of holding yourself up, away from it. You would naturally pull away from the intrusion; you would take that freedom and hold yourself up. However, if I also restrained you, so that you couldn’t stand or move away, and the only rest you would receive from the tension in your thighs was sitting down, over time, your thighs would demand relief, and you would settle lower. Settling though would force you to open yourself up on the phallus under you. You would have to accept its length and breadth. As you felt that pressure, you would naturally rise, disquieted by the size, not yet loose and open for it. But then you would tire again and lower, stretching yourself by degrees. Left long enough, you would eventually surrender completely and impale yourself without regard to the invasion, unable to hold yourself up.”
Collin shuddered, his arms and legs prickling. “Would you do that to me, sir?”
“Yes.”
Collin dropped his head, pressing his face against his master’s knee. “I’m scared, sir.”
“Of what, exactly?” Mr. Reevesworth kneaded Collin’s scalp gently but firmly.
“All of it, but…” Collin gathered his thoughts. “I don’t want to fail you, and I think I’d probably be terrible at that. I don’t think I could keep myself from begging and complaining, sir.”
“Who said you needed to, Collin? If I put you in a position to cry and beg, then it must be because I’m either willing for it to happen or, perhaps, even desire it. You do cry so beautifully, pet.”
