Page 20 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
Mr. Reevesworth drew out his fingers, and Mr. Moreau handed him something. It must have been more lube because his hand came back, this time with two wet fingers.
Mr. Moreau slid his arm under Collin’s hips and lifted his ass up into the air.
Fuck. Collin’s mind blanked. He was just hanging in space, bent over Mr. Moreau’s arm like a pair of pants on a coat hanger. No one was asking. No one was speaking, and Mr. Moreau was just holding him up, ass up, ignoring him. His other hand pressed the mounds of Collin’s ass apart, spreading the mouth of his hole.
Collin’s heartbeat doubled. He couldn’t have been more exposed. His caged dick swung between his legs, and his hole spasmed in its new vulnerable position.
Knees shifted and Mr. Moreau pulled Collin up and over his thigh, still in the same face down exposed position but stabilized.
Are they just staring at me? At my…hole?
Blood rushed into Collin’s face till it tingled. It took everything he had to stay limp and pliant as if he were still asleep.
A thumb circled his rim and sank inside. It moved back and forth, testing the softness of his inner ring, and then withdrew.
Mr. Moreau dragged Collin’s arms behind his back, leaving Collin’s head and shoulders pressed down on the bed.
“Plug,” Mr. Reevesworth said. “I’m going to fill him, and then I want him to sleep with it inside.”
More movement. Collin stayed limp in Mr. Moreau’s grasp. Mr. Moreau set something down beside Collin’s ankle and then spread Collin’s ass again. A moment later, the soft, hot end of Mr. Reevesworth’s cock speared Collin’s channel.
The man didn’t wait. Didn’t pause. Didn’t enter by degrees. He just sank down, driving his length deep into Collin’s innermost parts in one long plunge.
Collin gasped. His back arched. He couldn’t stay still through that. Mr. Moreau’s hands around his wrists tightened. Collin shuddered and released, dropping his head back to the mattress.
“You can take it, pet. I’m about to come, and then you can sleep. No talking.”
Collin let his thighs fall away from each other, giving up any attempt at self-protection or resistance. The hot rod in his bowels moved back and forth, once, twice, a third time, and then twitched, shooting spunk into his channel, marking him from the inside.
Mr. Reevesworth breathed deep for a moment and drew out slowly. He was barely past the ring of Collin’s hole when something rubbery and dildo-shaped was pushed back into Collin’s channel. Straps slipped around his hips, and hands tightened them down.
Mr. Reevesworth rubbed Collin’s upturned ass and moved the plug back and forth. Collin’s hands spasmed in Mr. Moreau’s grip. Mr Reevesworth traced down to Collin’s balls, lifting and dropping them as if weighing their size.
The sheer objectification of it all. Collin rolled in the feeling, face burning with embarrassment. He felt almost sick to his stomach, and yet he wanted to kneel on the floor, begging for more.
“Have you let him cum since you put on the cage?” Mr. Moreau murmured.
“No. He wanted the cage to stay on earlier today. It was beautiful, darling. Rode like a thoroughbred and then got milked at the end, not a full orgasm inside but covered in cum.”
Mr. Moreau groaned. “That I would dearly love to see.”
“My guess is that we will all be exploring a significant amount of milking and denial.” Mr. Reevesworth cupped Collin’s sex in his hands, playing with the cage. “Are you trying to get hard, pet?”
“A little, sir.” Collin swallowed. His voice was hoarse and sleepy as if he were truly not quite awake.
Mr. Moreau lowered his thigh, letting Collin’s ass down. and Mr. Reevesworth rolled him into his arms, lying down beside him. Collin snuggled into him, his head shifting onto Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder.
Mr. Reevesworth stroked Collin’s hair. “Give me your color, pretty boy.”
“Green.” Collin rubbed his face against Mr. Reevesworth’s chest. The slippery mess inside him sloshed around. It was different. But good. Like he was owned. And there was a sea of relief in that thought. Enough to make him soft and pliant and willing to control nothing. Which fed back into lethargy. “Sleepy.”
Mr. Reevesworth stroked down Collin’s back to the plug. “Can you sleep with this inside?”
Collin huffed. “You put it there.”
“Not an answer, Collin.”
Collin groaned and pushed into Mr. Reevesworth, seeking more cuddles. “You wanted to mark me. You left me slicked up for hours, not knowing what you were going to do next. You’re the big bad wolf who woke me up and stuck his dick into me. At this rate, I’m going to end up bent over a rack in your office with cum dripping out of my hole so you can watch me while you work.”
