Page 5 of Collin, Episodes 10-12 (The Residency Boys #4)

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.”

Collin shuddered. He let go of his posture and gripped his master’s legs with both his hands, burying his face between Mr. Reevesworth’s legs. How embarrassed was it possible to be?

“Do you need to safe word, Collin?”

“No, sir.” Collin shook his head. He couldn’t help but notice the outline of Mr. Reevesworth’s hard cock. “I just really, really hope you don’t get tired of me because I’m really, really scared.”

“Remember what I did to you in the shower when I cleaned you inside and out?”

“Yes, sir.”

“If I had told you everything I was about to do to you then, would you have been scared?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Was it easier when I didn’t tell you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Collin swallowed, collecting his thoughts. “In the moment, it felt right. I only had to deal with one thing at a time, and you didn’t give me any room to think. At least not once you put those things in my nose!” Collin scowled, lifting his face.

Mr. Reevesworth smiled, fingers caressing Collin’s face. “The nose hook was effective, wasn’t it?”

“So that’s what they’re called?”

“Yes. And I will use them on you in the future. They centered you very well.”

Collin huffed. “I trust you, sir. I’m sure I’m terrible at this, but you aren’t. And if you want me, then I’m trusting that too because I don’t want to run. I want to be yours. I just can’t… I can’t do it, not by myself.”

“You’re not meant to do it. Especially by yourself.

Ever.” Mr. Reevesworth’s voice was firm and dark, yet his hands were gentle.

“Taking you there, to that place inside of you where you are all those things is my concern and my responsibility, Collin. You cannot be submissive if I do not earn your submission. You can’t reach surrender unless I wring that surrender out of you.

So, of course, you cannot do what I am asking, not until that moment, not unless I am what I say I am.

Do you see? Half of what I will ask you for cannot even be contemplated when you are in the headspace of day-to-day life.

You have to become a different creature.

And my honor and responsibility is to train that into you, to make you something you can’t yet imagine. ”

Collin gazed up at his master, shaking. “That’s why you messed with my head, put me on display like that for Damian and Mr. Moreau in the kitchen when I was a kitten. Told them to…touch me.”

“Yes. And because you are absolutely beautiful struggling between your shame and your desire to please.”

Collin’s cheeks tingled, and he blinked back embarrassed tears. “I hated it, but I also liked it.”

“If you didn’t struggle with it, would you like it as much?”

Collin rolled that thought over in his head. “I—I don’t think so, sir. Afterwards, I felt wild. Free, and yet I was still yours. But I don’t know how to get there except through everything else.”

Mr. Reevesworth nodded. “It’s the gateway.”

Mr. Reevesworth insisted on rest for the remainder of the day.

Collin confirmed flights with Alice, napped, studied, and then cooked dinner.

In the morning, as they prepared to leave for the office, text messages confirmed Mr. Moreau was on his way home from Japan.

Collin grinned, looking down at his phone screen.

He was going to see his Sir again soon, and that made his chest feel lighter.

Being away from Mr. Moreau within such a short time span after they had cleared the air had been unsettling, but seeing a text from Mr. Moreau just to him, confirming his return and the Frenchman’s desire to return to see him , felt good down in his bones.

He smiled all the way down the elevator and out to the car until Mr. Reevesworth asked him what he was smiling about.

“Mr. Moreau told me he’s coming back, sir.”

“Oh?”

Collin smiled wider. “He texted me. He says we should go shopping in this special market. I don’t recognize it, but he’s planning a dinner for us to cook together.”

Mr. Reevesworth smiled, eyes crinkling up fondly. “He’s missed you. Leaving so quickly was not what he would have planned.”

Collin shrugged, looking back at his phone. “It’s okay, sir. I don’t like to rush things. And feeling this way now, after the break, it makes me know that what I’m feeling is real.”

In the office, there was more than a full complement of staff.

Carrie was at the front desk, signing for an early-morning delivery.

Eleanor arrived barely after Collin had hung up Mr. Reevesworth’s coat and hat.

Ms. Zhou was already in the conference room, ready for Mandarin lessons, so Collin quickly said his goodbyes and slipped away to find Ash.

Ash, however, was not in his lair but down in the new office Mr. Reevesworth had shown Collin that Saturday.

He was setting up a monitor and docking station.

Today he wore black jeans with a bright deep-blue turtleneck.

He had one leather studded belt in the belt loops and another belt that included thigh holsters on both sides.

Like before, he was walking around with a small office full of tech on his legs.

“This one is for you.” Ash pointed at the monitor.

“Thanks.” Collin glanced around the room.

Only two women were there, one in her fifties and one looking closer to her twenties.

The older one held out her hand. “I’m Eliza.

We saw you last week, briefly, when you were running around with Ash.

We know you have class in the morning, so we’ll catch you up afterwards. ”

“Thanks.” Collin shook both their hands and grabbed Ash, pulling him along. “I can fix the cords myself. We’re late!”

Mandarin class left Collin’s head throbbing, as always, but Ms. Zhou smiled at both of them as she packed up her supplies. Ash bounced on his toes as he closed his notepad, chanting the day’s vocabulary to himself.

“You study hard.” Ms. Zhou nodded.

Collin gave her a tight smile. “I try. I don’t think I’m any good, but I’ll keep trying.”

She held her fingers together. “Try little bit every day. In one year, you have three hundred and sixty-five little bits of try. It is a lot of try. And a lot of learning.” She nodded and took her leave.

“Ash, did you eat?” Collin checked his phone for the time.

Ash grunted. “Yes, no. Coffee, yes, food, no.”

Collin slid a granola bar out of his pocket and held it out. “Eat. I have to run, but we’ll do lunch, okay?”

“Okay.” Ash tore into the wrapper with his teeth, giving Collin nightmares of him choking on plastic.

“Don’t…die.” Collin snagged the wrapper and took it off himself, handing Ash back the bar. “You’re giving me a heart attack.”

Ash blinked. “I always spit it out if it gets in my mouth.”

Collin shuddered. “How are you still alive?”

The universe, however, was not answering that question in that particular moment, and he was due back with his new team. He double-timed it down the hallway, wishing for coffee.

Sitting by his new monitor was a to-go cup with his name written on the side. Collin grabbed it and opened up the top. The smell of hot chocolate and coffee mixed together filled his nose. Bliss. His phone chimed, and he took a look.

It was from Damian: Enjoy, little brother.

Collin smirked. He sent back a heart and took a slow sip before turning to his new team. They were all sitting in tense silence, though, which he hadn’t noticed in his haste to get to his place.

“Apologies if I interrupted.”