Conversation with Grandpa

When he woke the next morning, the first thing he did was check the collar. It was back in the box, just where it should be. He picked up his phone and scrolled through the numbers. He found his grandparents, but couldn't call as his was broken and wouldn't pick up his voice.

He presumed the microphone had broken, which meant he was stuck only texting people. Unfortunately his grandad refused to embrace technology and would never reply to text messages. A phone was for speaking, not typing, he would say.

He got up and showered before making a quick trip to the local shopping mall. He walked out with a new phone, something he had been wanting to buy for ages, but had been hesitant to spend money on. That didn't matter now, not with his new and improved contract at work. He arrived home and after transferring everything over, he called his Grandad.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Jack."

"Jack my boy! I thought I'd be hearing from you soon. How are you?"

"I'm good, how about you?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, still ticking along. So, how do you like the collar?"

"It's incredible. How did you get it?"

"It was many years ago, me and your grandmother weren't having the best time. Your mother was young and she was about to see her parents get a divorce. Well I went on a work trip to restore an old mansion, I was gone for six months, but while I was there I was ripping out the basement to replace with a more modern one. At the back I found a heavy stone wall that had a slight gap underneath it."

"A fake wall?"

"Exactly. I knocked it down and found a small room behind it. The room was empty except for an extremely old wooden table with a box on it."

"The collar?"

"Indeed. At first I didn't know what it was, but it was nice so I took it as a present for your Gran. Figured maybe I could use it as an olive branch, begin to patch things up. While I was looking at it, I accidentally bound it to me. That's when I knew something was unusual about it, a blue light going into my thumb definitely wasn't natural," his grandad explained.

"Yeah, that's understandable."

"So, when I got home, I gave it to your Gran and she put it on. As you can imagine, she instantly changed. At first I thought she was just messing with me, but then we had the most crazy sex we'd ever had," the old man continued.

"Alright, I don't need to hear that."

"Ah those were the days. I do miss your gran, god rest her soul," his grandad chuckled.

"This suddenly explains why you're with Tiffany," Jack said suddenly.

"Yep, like I tried telling your mother, she's not some gold digger waiting for me to die."

"You used the collar on her! That makes so much more sense why some thirty year old real estate agent suddenly moved in with you."

"So it couldn't be just for my charm and good looks?"

"Sorry Grandad, I might think you're hilarious, but I don't think that wit would land you Tiffany on it's own."

"You're probably right. Anyway, that's how I found the collar."

"So why give it to me?" Jack asked.

"I'm old and content with my life. I've had my fun with it and now It's your turn."

"Thank you. This is the most amazing gift I have ever received," Jack said earnestly.

"You mean you don't get magical collars from all your family members? Pah, pitiful!"

"So what else can the collar do?"

"What have you learned so far?" His Grandad asked, curious to see how far his Grandson had pushed things already.

"That if you put the collar on someone, they'll do whatever you tell them to. They see you as their master and you can even implant commands that'll effect them after the collar comes off."

"Anything else?" His Grandad asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No. What else can it do?"

"Oh, many things, but I won't be telling you what they are. Half of the fun is figuring out how far you can take things."

"Oh come on, you won't even give me a hint."

"Nope. Maybe one day, but for now, I want you to figure it out. Now, Tiffany has just arrived home and she's kneeling in front of me, so unless you want to listen to your Grandad getting his dick sucked, I'll talk to you another time."

"Fucking hell, yeah bye!" Jack replied, quickly hanging up the phone as he heard a zipper being undone. He looked over at the collar, wondering what other secrets it held.