Episode 2 #5
Collin gritted his teeth. “I should be able to handle it.”
“That’s exactly what I don’t want you to do. I’ve taken your freedom, Collin. That means I handle the consequences. Now tell me what your need is right now.”
“I—” Collin swallowed. A bit of anger burst through. His nose flared, and he pulled his face out of Mr. Reevesworth’s hand. “I need to use the bathroom, sir.”
“Are you angry at me for making you ask, Collin?”
Collin pulled in on himself. But he’d promised Mr. Reevesworth the truth. “Yes, sir.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s obvious what I need.”
“And why would you not ask for what you need?”
“Because if it’s so obvious, sir, why should I ask? Either you’re getting some sick satisfaction from it and that’s my purpose or you’ve decided not to give it to me. Either way, I’m better off keeping my mouth shut.”
Mr. Reevesworth drew back, still kneeling, one elbow balanced on his upraised knee.
“That’s an ugly lesson, Collin. I’m sorry that that’s what someone taught you.
Far too many live by this lesson. And the cruel truth is that too many figures of authority know that those around them operate exactly as you are operating right now.
These individuals trust that those under them will keep silent because they don’t believe speaking will go well for them.
And then when those authority figures are questioned later for this or that injustice, they know they can say, with full confidence I was never asked.
She never asked; he never said it was a problem. ”
Collin stilled all the way down into some deep part of him.
“I am not a god, Collin. I can’t read your mind.
For the places we are going to go, I need to know that you will speak when you have a need.
Until then, the only way I can safely teach you this lesson is to create a need that I know you have and then prevail upon you to learn to ask for that need.
You and I both require for you to come to the place where it is instinct for you to speak, to ask, and to make known. ”
Mr. Reevesworth reached out and opened a drawer, taking out a black bag. He opened it, revealing a small shiny device of bent and circular bars with one straight one extending into the center by a very short distance.
Collin watched it, his body curling tighter in on itself. His feet tried to walk backward on the weave of the rug, but he was already as tight against the drawers as he could go.
“This is a chastity device, one that can be worn for long periods of time. It has a secondary feature that will help us both with a secondary purpose.”
“It locks.” Collin’s voice surprised him. “You’re going to lock me up so I always have to ask.”
“Yes. Do you need to safe word? Because there are only two ways I will unlock it.”
Collin raised his eyes from the device to Mr. Reevesworth’s face.
“I will unlock it when you ask so that you can urinate, or I will unlock it when I deem that you are hurting yourself, but in each such instance, you will suffer an hour of stimulation to your prostrate while still wearing this device. There will be no relief offered—even if you beg.”
Collin shivered. “Yes, sir.”
“Very well then.” Mr. Reevesworth stood and extended his hand. “It’s time to visit the porcelain throne.”
“Does this mean I’ve already earned an hour, sir?”
Mr. Reevesworth paused. “Would it be worse for you to not know what the punishment is like, or would you rather put it off?”
“I’d—” Collin mentally kicked himself even as his mouth moved. “I’d rather know, sir.”
“Do you feel guilt?”
Collin’s eyes dropped to his feet. Did he feel guilt? Yes. He’d all but growled at Mr. Reevesworth. Then again, when it came to guilt, what was new? He was always messing up.
“I was disrespectful, sir.”
“You were frustrated, Collin. And it showed. But you did not curse at me or become aggressive, something I am almost sure will happen eventually. A bridge we will cross together. Now come, your bladder is suffering.”
The toilet ritual finished, Collin let go of the hand towel and turned to Mr. Reevesworth. “Are we putting it on now, sir?”
“We could, but no. I’m going to make a call and see about getting in with Elliot.
He’s an excellent technician who runs a salon downstairs.
You can wear the device once you are waxed.
Wearing it without preparation can lead to some unpleasantness.
And while the device can be uncomfortable at first, pulling hair in those regions is not the kind of pain I wished to see you in. ”
“Thank you?” Collin tilted his head. “Doesn’t waxing hurt? Sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth smirked. “It is an experience. I look forward to the finished result.”
Elliot, it turned out, was available in thirty minutes as he’d just had a cancellation.
Mr. Reevesworth made the executive decision to accept the slot and return to finish his work after the appointment.
Collin bit his lip as they entered the elevator after a quick but thorough shower.
Was it good there was no wait, or was it bad he didn’t have time to mentally prepare?
Elliot was a broad-shouldered man with tattoos down both arms and up the side of his neck, with a goatee and no hair on his head. He greeted Mr. Reevesworth with a boisterous hello and loud handshake. “A virgin, I hear.” His eyes shifted to Collin.
Collin stepped behind Mr. Reevesworth. But that was not to be. Mr. Reevesworth put an arm around Collin’s shoulder and pulled him forward. The only saving grace was that there was no one else in the private office.
“To wax, yes. I promised him that you were the best to guide him through.”
“I’ve never lost a man yet.” Elliot slapped his hands together.
There was a short amount of paperwork and a check for allergies, of which Collin had none, and Elliot stepped away, muttering about putting things to rights around the chair. The chair which was intimidatingly dominating the center of the back room.
“Your clothes, Collin.” Mr. Reevesworth held out his hand with a hanger in it. “I’ll hang them for you.”
Collin drew in a breath. Right. He had to get naked for this. How much of his new life was going to require being naked in front of other men?
Just think of it like going to the doctor.
See, this was why he’d avoided ever getting put on the swim team in high school.
Once in the chair, he stared at the ceiling and tried to pretend he was anywhere else but where he was. Mr. Reevesworth, gracefully, sat just off to the side.
Elliot was good at what he did. There was prep, then more prep, and then the actual removal.
If Collin let slip a four-letter word once or twice, the other two men were kind enough to ignore it.
At least the lotion at the end was soothing.
Collin climbed off the chair feeling more naked then when he’d gotten into it and with legs like wet noodles, mostly from embarrassment but not pain.
Elliot was just that good.Mr. Reevesworth gave Collin a hand and helped him to sit on a towel.
Elliot came back from washing his hands and offered a cold bottle of water.
“First time is always the worst; unless you get a bad tech.”
Collin tried a weak smile. “There’s going to be a second time?”
“Every five to eight weeks.” Elliot grinned. “Keeps things nice and neat and doesn’t let anything snarl with toys.”
“Toys, right.” Collin hid behind the water bottle.
Elliot handed Mr. Reevesworth a small printout of instructions slipped inside a care bag for continuing to keep the skin healthy and saw them out.
Collin pushed his hands into the pockets of his coat as he walked beside Mr. Reevesworth down the sidewalk to the restaurant a couple hours later.
Everything felt different, different enough that it seemed like the strangers passing them by should be able to look at him and instantly know that man has no hair under his pants.
Mr. Reevesworth reached out and took Collin’s hand, patting and pressing it with his other palm. “Relax, Collin. No one knows.”
“Feels like they should.”
“Well, fortunately, X-ray vision is still a thing of comic books. Even if you went through a scanner at the airport, they won’t know if you’re denuded or not.”
“As long as I’m not wearing any toys.”
“Well, there is that. I generally find it advisable to pack toys in a bag and not on one’s person.”
“Yeah, I’m sure it saves time. I mean, the questions…” his voice trailed off.
Mr. Reevesworth laughed.
The food was good, better than good. Despite everything that had happened that day, Collin demolished the entirety of what Mr. Reevesworth ordered for him.
Menus never appeared. Mr. Reevesworth had apparently ordered ahead, but as Collin ate his way through the first part of the meal, he realized Mr. Reevesworth was quietly ordering additional plates and having a few boxed up.
They had to wait for that, but Mr. Reevesworth passed the time chatting to some friends who happened to drop by.
The cook came out to speak with Mr. Reevesworth for a while.
Collin forced himself to stay upright in his chair, but now and again, his eyes started to slide shut.
When the cook was gone, Mr. Reevesworth offered the waitress his card and stood to put on his coat.
Collin rose with him. By the time they reached the front of the establishment, the same waitress was there, giving Mr. Reevesworth back his card and wishing them both a good evening.
Outside, it was just cold enough to snap Collin into general awareness.
The walk back finished waking him up, though a general tiredness was lurking just inside his bones.
At the door, he hung up his coat and put his shoes on the rack.