Page 4 of Collin, Episodes 10-12 (The Residency Boys #4)

The center of the room was empty except for a black rug about eight feet wide and ten feet long. There was nothing on the rug. While there were other things in the room, some appeared to be broken down and stored, Collin did not have names for them.

Collin shifted his weight from side to side. Do I belong here?

“What do you think, Collin?”

“It’s intense, sir.”

“It can be.” Mr. Reevesworth looked over the room as if trying to see it for the first time again.

He shut the door behind them. “Some masters and doms have rules for these rooms, such as their submissives always being naked. I do not have such rules. I don’t need them.

If you would like such rules in the future, express them.

“Yes, sir.”

Mr. Reevesworth nodded to himself. “Go ahead, explore. Ask questions.”

Collin padded deeper into the room, feeling the carpet under his bare feet and then the hard floor again as he approached the Saint Andrew’s cross.

“May I touch, sir?”

“Yes.”

Collin ran his hand over the wood. “Do you use this often?”

“Sometimes more often than others. My taste and the taste of my partners shifts over time. I find that we gravitate more toward some things than others at different points. For a while, I found myself using the spanking bench almost every week, and then it was something else.”

“All I can think about is how much money this must have cost.”

Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “émeric and I didn’t buy this all ourselves. Some of it is inherited from Franklin, such as the cross you’re touching.”

“Your teacher.”

“Teacher, lover, mentor, yes.”

“You must have a lot of memories, then.”

“Many.” Mr. Reevesworth smiled softly. “And I expect there will be many more.”

Collin turned around. His master was still by the door, giving him space. “So, what have you imagined me on the most?”

Mr. Reevesworth laughed and moved toward Collin, taking him by the wrist and pulling him forward till they were chest to chest. He stroked Collin’s cheek. “None of them, actually. Just you, here, on the rug, panting, eyes open, begging for more.”

Collin blushed. “That sounds like me, sir.”

“Yes, yes, it does.” Mr. Reevesworth pressed his lips to Collin’s temple.

“I don’t have a scene planned for you today.

What I did promise you back when we signed our contract was training and positions.

I find that they can be soothing for some submissives.

We’ll find out if they are for you or not.

They can also be used for punishment and to create headspace.

Whatever you’ve read on the internet, forget it.

We’ll have our own signals, words, and forms that suit us. And we’ll change them as we want.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mr. Reevesworth went to the heavy chair and moved it to the edge of the carpet. Then he sat, motioning Collin in front of him. “The first form you will learn is rest. Come here and sit on the floor with your back to me.”

Collin obeyed. It felt a little awkward at first. He didn’t know what to do with his hands and feet and whether to kneel or sit, but as soon as he was close, Mr. Reevesworth’s hands were on him.

“Rear on the floor, here, between my feet. Good. Now lean back and bend your knees.”

Collin obeyed. Mr. Reevesworth moved his right leg and tucked Collin’s ankles behind his heel.

“Lean against my left leg when your feet are behind my right foot.”

It took a moment, but Collin found his balance.

He had to lean back against the chair to anchor himself.

This put his shoulder against the front of the chair, his back softly arched in a reclining posture.

Mr. Reevesworth’s left knee caught him at the shoulder, pressing Collin back and caging him in.

He felt truly entangled and held even though Mr. Reevesworth was in the chair and he was on the floor.

“I like this position,” Mr. Reevesworth said, running his hands through Collin’s hair, “because I can stand and move freely, but when I am sitting, you are fully under my control. You can relax but not forget that we are exchanging power. And you are still beautifully on display.” He ran his fingers down Collin’s jaw and tilted his head back.

Collin stared up at his master. If he had been naked, Mr. Reevesworth could have seen everything, the arch of his throat, over his chest, and down to his groin. He shivered. “Yes, sir.”

“It can also be reversed. Practice. When I widen my legs, I’m giving you permission to sit with your legs pointed in the other direction.”

He shifted his feet, letting Collin’s ankles free and releasing Collin’s shoulder from where he had pinned Collin to the chair.

Collin shifted his weight to his other hip and tucked his feet back to the left instead of the right.

Mr. Reevesworth resettled, caging Collin in again, against the bottom of the chair.

His hand went back to the top of Collin’s head.

“This is a position I will expect you to be able to hold for an hour or two, eventually, with shifts.”

“Will we use it outside of this room, sir?”

“The forms you learn here can be used anywhere.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mr. Reevesworth had Collin practice rising and sitting, then shifting from one side to the other.

“Never rush, Collin,” he admonished as Collin stumbled.

“One of the pleasures of having a submissive is seeing them. As long as you are following an order and attentive, I will not hurry you without reason. Control your movement, and take each motion with intention. That is how one displays grace.”

“I don’t think I’ve been accused of being graceful before, sir.” Collin whispered, eyes on the floor.

“Grace can be learned, and it’s heavily supported by health and exercise.” Mr. Reevesworth stroked Collin’s shoulder. “Start slowly, and in time, the same control will come to you with speed. Try again. Stand, and then sit.”

At the end of an hour, they had only practiced two postures, rest and kneel. Kneel was simple but taxing. It required Collin to stay on his knees, his buttocks resting on his heels and his hands open and relaxed on his thighs, palms down.

He was there, kneeling in front of the chair, wondering how long it would take him to work up the ability to hold what felt like a simple form, when Mr. Reevesworth leaned forward.

“That was one minute. We’ll work up to longer periods of time. Eventually, this will come easily to you. I’ll give you the variant of this position, and then we’ll take a break for the day.”

Collin tried but could not quite keep a waver of frustration and tiredness out of his voice. “Yes, sir.”

“It seems simple, doesn’t it?”

“It does, sir. I don’t like how it feels so hard. That was only one minute.”

“It’s because it’s not a position most of us take.

Cultures who spend more time on the floor are more used to postures like this, but if we spend most of our time sitting in chairs and cars, kneeling uses very different parts of our body.

The first time I held a kneel, I thought I’d pass out. I was very American at the time.”

Collin laughed ruefully. “I’m feeling it, sir. Martial arts movies make kneeling look easy.”

Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “It’s training.

Years of training. You’ve had a few moments.

Give yourself grace. But for the variant.

This one you will almost only ever do while naked.

Spread your knees. The entire point of this position is to be on display and available.

We will call it ‘kneel display’. émeric will use the same words so you never need to be confused.

Turn your palms over, and rest the backs of your hands on your thighs. Keep your fingers loose.”

Collin obeyed. Mr. Reevesworth lifted Collin’s chin and ran his hand up Collin’s spine, correcting his posture gently.

“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.”