Overview

I don’t know what it is about Henry’s dad. He just . . . he just does something for me. I think it was the baseball games growing up. He’d always wear this tank top, hat, and sunglasses combo that practically had me hard on the bench when I’d catch a glimpse of him in the bleachers. He’s only gotten better with age. I haven't seen him since last summer, when I went off to college. But now I’m visiting home again, and visiting my best buddy, Henry. I arrive at his house but his dad answers the door. Mr. Collins, the man of the house, is the only one home. He invites me in, we make small talk, and then make eye contact that lasts a few seconds too long. Soon Mr. Collins has me bent over his couch with my pants down. He's smacking my ass so hard it's leaving a mark. I don't know what's happening, or how we got here, but I know I like it. He knows I like it. Now all that's left to do is obey.