Tabula Colton

Chapter 4- The Business Center

Story Recap: Waking up from being hit by a car, Miguel Montes finds himself in the body of a teenage boy named Colton whose guardian/lover is an older muscle-daddy, mixed-race man he only knows as Mr. Takada. The police report showed that Miguel Montes never existed, but that only created more questions and confusion for Colton. 

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"Yes, I'll be there shortly. I just have to get Colton situated. I'll be there right away," Mr. Takada said. 

He juggled his cell phone with one hand and the buttons of his white shirt with the other. He had on a pure white suit with pants, shoes, socks, shirt, tie, the whole works. He looked like he was headed to some strange religious ceremony. 

He eyed me with frustration as he finished his phone call.

"You hardly touched your breakfast, baby! Still not feeling any better?" he asked as he came to sit beside me on the bed. 

I shook my head. I was sitting up against the pillows with my knees drawn into my chest.

"I just can't believe it. How do I have this guy's memories in my head? If he never existed... It means I'm Colton... I'm... I'm gay," I said and looked at him with desperate eyes.

"Is that so bad? To be the sweet boy I love?" Mr. Takada asked as he tied his white leather shoes.

"No, but it's not me. I just... I don't feel gay. I feel like me but trapped in this kid's body and... all I can think about is you inside me because that was fire. That was awesome... but I don't feel gay," I admitted and put my head between my knees.

"What does gay feel like? You're my perfect boy, growing and handsome. You're pretty accomplished on your skateboard. You like video games and theme parks just like any other seventeen year old boy. You're pretty rough and tumble when we're out on the hiking trails or off-road biking. You've learned some bad-ass tricks on your board too. Is it so bad that you happen to drool over my cock? Does that define your whole existence?" he laughed.

"I guess not... I was just so sure I was Miguel. I don't know who I am. Like someone telling you that you aren't real. It doesn't make sense," I told him. 

There wasn't a point to arguing with him. I drooled over every inch of him. I couldn't control it, even though it felt like I wasn't the one making that choice.

"We'll talk about it when I get back. All you need to know right now is you're my boy and you'll stay put in the hotel until I return or that ass will meet my hand when I get back. My boy will behave today. Are we understood?" he asked with a sudden seriousness.

"Yes, sir... daddy... Mr. Takada," I fumbled through nicknames trying them out. His lips turned up into a smile.

"So damned cute. I left some money in your wallet, but don't wander outside. You can get lunch sent up or go down to the cafe and charge it to the room. Your phone is dead, but you can contact me on your tablet if you need me. I hate leaving you here, but it's business," he said as he stuffed his wallet and phone into his pocket.

"Thank you. I'll stay," I said and stared down at my toes with a sigh.

"I love you, baby boy." He lifted my chin off my knees and kissed my forehead, then my lips. He took a tablet off the side table and tossed it next to me on the bed. Then he left.

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I watched some morning news, but there was nothing about my accident on it. Los Angeles is a big city and unless you're famous or dead, you have little shot at making headlines.