About Catch and Release

by Syd McGinley
27 pages / 7200 words
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Dr. Fell has survived the first retreat at his cabin – and has ended up with a new job, a boy, and a heap of trouble! Dr. Fell’s new role of Foundation Director is tested as he gets an abused boy’s owner to face his responsibilities – while enduring Tommy singing Disney and Charlie in full twink-mode.

Originally published in Toy Box: Kitchen Sink and The Complete Dr. Fell, Volume 1: Lost.

Sample

I have a boy.

Damn.

Truth be told, we’re unnerved to be living together. I’m playing it slow as Tommy learns his way around my cabin and preferences. He already knows how to serve in and out of bed, but he has a major flaw: theatrical behavior. Not drama queen shit -- he bursts into song when whenever he gets the chance.

If there’s one form of music I dislike more than jazz, it’s musicals.

We’re going to have a talk pretty damn soon. Especially as I suspect he has subtext in his choices. Right now he’s sweeping the cabin and singing “Be Our Guest.” I know it’s from Beauty and the Beast because he has the nerve to announce his selections.

I’m not-so-mysteriously drawn to my current outdoor project. Tommy bats his eyelashes at me as he sweeps the back porch and I know who the hell the Beast is in his little scenario. His braid swings counter to his motion and draws attention to his ass.

I clamp a fresh two-by-four into the workmate and twirl the nuts to tighten the clamps. He’s lucky I’m busy in the backyard, but I make a note for later. I don’t want to be too hard on him yet -- he’s working well and willingly. He’s had a rough week adjusting to me and cleaning up the cabin grounds from the retreat. Go-go boy hooker to isolated cabin and me -- he’s still in shock.

Twink had the nerve on the last day of the retreat to call Tommy cabin-boy, and to claim the black eye from Nick that I’m still sporting was my patch. The boys made a game of saying “arr” near me. Good thing that was the last damn day.


Christ, I miss being alone.

Tommy does have a good voice, and he seems pleased to be here. As I get out his way -- dust is flying off the edge of the porch as he sweeps -- I catch a few lines: “Life is so unnerving / For a servant who's not serving. He's not whole without a soul to wait upon.”