Men In Your Dungeon

Junkrat - Day Collars

Jamison doesn't know what he did to deserve this, but he thinks he'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Here he kneels before you upon a pillow, head level with yours as you sit at the edge of the bed. In your hand is a simple collar, plain leather with only a D ring. This is a collar he knows well, one that has moulded to his shape after countless uses. But on the bed next to you sits a box containing all the wishes in the world.

He watches your hands as you place the leather collar on your lap and pick up the box, opening it to reveal a thick bracelet made of a material he can't quite make out. The bracelet, made in your favourite colour, stands out from the dark silk it sits on. It's...a little underwhelming, Jamie thinks, until you pick it up and unclasp it to show him the inside. Engraved on the interior reads 'Property of' with your name underneath it, and another similar engraving opposite it that reads 'Hers, always'.

Tears bead at the corner of his eyes, and Jamie has to duck his head to hide them from you. You coo at him, tilt his head up with your free hand, and smile, "Do you understand what this means, Jamie?"

He nods tearfully, swallows thickly before he replies, "That I'm yours forever. That you're mine, forever. That everyone will know that I belong to you, and only you."

Yes, Jamie thinks as you slip the day collar onto his wrist and clamp it shut, this is what it feels like to come home.