While I loved nothing more than to gaze upon his body, I knew that very soon he’d end up feeling vulnerable and I wanted him to be as comfortable as possible. But, I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t enjoy hisbody.
“Your choice today, Ryan. We’re going to be sitting outside, so if you’d like to be naked, you won’t hear any complaints fromme.”
I leaned against the dresser and waited for him to decide. What I found heartwarming was the way he stood there and considered his options carefully. He turned to face me, and his eyes met mine before they skirted away, only to return and settle on my chest.Goodboy.
“If I choose not to be naked, can I still wear it? My collar…I mean, the play collar. Can I still wearit?”
“Does wearing it make you feelhappy?”
His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and he nodded. His silent confirmation that wearing my collar made him happy, filled me with joy.Soon, my boy…soon you shall have one that isn’t forplay.
“You don’t have to be naked to wear it. Go get it, and I’ll put it on you,Ryan.”
I sat down on my couch and watched him. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself for a few moments before he pulled off his t-shirt. He hurried into the closet, and I heard him collect a hanger to hang his shirt up. He had his wallet in his hand and retrieved his tag before he picked up his collar and knelt beforeme.
“Went for some skin, I see,” I commented and couldn’t help but rake my eyes down his muscledchest.
“I thought I’d give you something to look at,” he teased andshrugged.
It touched me that he wanted to please me. Ryan wanted to earn praise. I leaned forward and took a handful of his hair to pull him gently towards mymouth.
“All that I need is in your eyes, Ryan. You know why?” Ryan shook his head as best as he could as my hand gripped his hair. “Because I can see your heart and the depths of your soul through them.” My tongue moved briskly through his mouth as I kissed him. When I pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, and he woremysmile.
“So, should I get my shirt then?” he jokedsarcastically.
“Don’t you dare, my boy,” I laughed as I took the tag and collar from him. “I love your body. Now…let’s get this on you.” Ryan rose up off his heels and placed his hands on my knees for balance. I will admit, I loved the way it felt. I put the collar around his neck and brushed my thumb over histag.
When we got outside, he took up his usual spot at the patio table and immediately smiled when he saw the plate of oatmeal raisin cookies. He eyed my portfolio briefly but went back to thecookies.
“Can I have one?” he askedtentatively.
“Of course, Ryan. They are there foryou.”
The heavy conversation hung over my head as I watched him happily devour the oatmeal raisin cookie in four bites. When it was gone, he brushed his hands off on one another and then laughed as he picked up a large crumb off his barechest.
“Good thing I have some chest hair to catch crumbs. I would have hated for any part of that cookie to go towaste.”
He smiled, and I watched him for a few moments. When I felt like I was ready, Ibegan.
“Ryan, you know that I love you.” He nodded as his face lost its boyish smile and feared the worst. “I would do anything for you, and I would do anything to protect you from harm. You have lived a life that no one should ever experience, certainly not a child. You were robbed of that, and I couldn’t idly sit by while others continued to take from you and pull at that soul of yours anymore. Nothing enrages me more than seeing the expression on your face as you look down at your phone and see horrid memories of your youth literally playedout.”
Ryan’s chest rose and fell rapidly. I could tell that he was nervous; his knee bounced, and his hand gravitated to hisstomach.
“The last time Chad sent you videos, I contacted myattorney.”
“What?” Ryan sat up straight in the chair and immediately looked down. Perhaps, wondering what else would come down on him from Chad. “Why? I mean…it was okay. He’s just being a dick. It was okay,” he blurted out. Panic was quickly settingin.
I got out of my chair and sat down next to him. I gently pulled his hand away from his stomach and brushed the back of my knuckles against hisskin.
“It wasn’t okay, Ryan. It never had been. No more of it, you deserve peace,” I paused, which gave him a moment to think about how nice peace sounded. When he nodded, I pressed on, “Yesterday morning I got a phone call from my attorney. He told me that the police and a federal agent planned on arrestingChad—”
“What?” Ryan interrupted. “Why? What…did he do somethingnew?”
“Chad was to be arrested on charges of possession, distribution and the production of underagepornography.”
His eyes darted all over the place and couldn’t settle down. I pulled out my phone and played the video of thearrest.
“What…you…you drove there? You drove there to see him getarrested?”
