collar - why don't we

collar, 005

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THE BRUNET TEENAGER

tugged at the chain, hearing the squeaks of protest, but it wasn't coming loose. It had been five hours since Daniel had left him and three since he felt the need to pee.

He tugged once more, trying to break the chain, or lock, to go to the bathroom, but it didn't give in. Corbyn realized it wouldn't without a key, but he had no other options, except one, of course.

He reached to his neck, fiddling with the strap of the collar while hesitating to unbuckle it. Corbyn would be back in the room before Daniel would notice he had ever removed the collar. At least, he hoped. The adult could be back any minute now.

"Ouch." Corbyn's hand raised to his neck immediately, the sting of a syringe present. He pulled the metal out of his neck, stare hazy. "Fuck, that's not good." The seventeen year old panicked quickly, breathing shallow. Corbyn had no idea what was just injected into him, for all he knew he could die within an hour. He knew he should have listened, Daniel told him he only wanted what was best for him.

It was about half an hour later before the bedroom door opened, a certain blond walking through with a disappointed smile. "Baby, what did you do?" His cheeks were flushed and tear streaked, body leaned back against the mattress in full relaxation.

"You don't have to be scared, puppy." Daniel commented lightly, petting the younger's belly. "It's only Rohypnol, nothing to be scared of. I mean, it's far over a medical description, but you'll be fine. You'll most likely just take a nap." Corbyn stared up at him, hand lazily reaching out to take Daniel's, although it was fairly difficult as he felt he had no strength. "I won't touch you without your consent, i promise."

The shorter didn't even acknowledge the words falling from Daniel's lips, breathing soft as his eyes fluttered. "Feels good, huh?" The date-rape drug, medically used to treat insomnia and assist anesthesia, was spreading through his body, not a word being able to be said. Corbyn hummed as a response, he did think it was nice. He was relaxed, he had no worry, the underlying fright long gone from his mind, but he was vulnerable now, even more so than normally. Daniel could have used his body and Corbyn would, most likely, forget it ever happened.

"You're going to have to explain yourself when you wake, puppy." Daniel was crouched beside the bed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. The teenager hummed as reply, words not processing through his mind.

The adult loved this side of him, Corbyn seemed so at peace, so relaxed. Like he had no care in the world, he felt safe.

"I didn't allow this to happen, pup. I didn't want you to be drugged, i never thought you needed to be." Daniel smiled softly, hand cupping the younger's cheek as the pad of his thumb stroked the skin gently. Corbyn didn't reply this time, dismissing the topic and letting his eyes flutter closed at the comforting movements.

Although the twenty-three year old loved how peaceful he felt and looked, Daniel also hated seeing him like this. Like he had to be drugged to be comfortable with him, to be peaceful and to be loved.

"You gotta be careful, pup. I won't allow you to take it off again." The strap was tightened once a new syringe was placed into the collar, Daniel's fingers gently brushing through his hair as Corbyn stirred.

"Sleep well, pup."