Page 18 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
Damian nodded. “I didn’t want to disappoint anyone. That’s why it took so long.”
Matthew tilted his head to the side, looking up at Damian. “I think the only way you’d disappoint anyone is if you weren’t able to trust us with this part of yourself, brother.”
“Yes, but…” Damian pushed a bit of eggplant around with his fork. “Sometimes it’s hard on others to see someone change and have to adjust to that. Sometimes they change the rules and take things away that you still find important.”
“I have no issue with you and Matthew continuing to do things together,” Hypatia said firmly. “You’re his family, Damian. I trust you two to respect each other’s boundaries. If anything, it’s good for dominants to have friends who are submissive and will call them on their bullshit.”
“I’m sure you will also call me on my bullshit, if necessary,” Damian said.
Hypatia smiled widely again. “Of course, though as long as you’re training under Richard, I’m more likely to address anything with him first. Dominants have to hold each other to good standards. We owe it to ourselves and our partners. Talking about community, Richard, what is this I hear about you wanting to build a hospital? Are you getting serious about that?”
“The mayor and I were speaking about it in passing, but yes, I am getting more serious. Do you want to be part of the advisory group?”
“You know I would. And I have a few more names for you. You absolutely need a nurse; frankly, someone from each level of hospital operation.”
“I think I’m going to need professors, too. There’s a shortage of every kind of speciality and general practitioners.” Mr. Reevesworth sighed. “I’m not going to start anything until the new year. I want this court case closed and Bernstein and his group neutralized before I take anything more on. We’re still deep in work on the passenger rail project, and ground’s not even broken. Collin’s helping on that.”
Hypatia clapped her hands. “You should build the hospital near the rail. And housing. Offer good housing, and you’ll have almost all the personnel you need.”
Mr. Reevesworth smiled fondly. “Funding, my lady. I have to organize funding. I may have billions, but I can’t just throw it around.”
She shook her head and waved her hand. “You’ll find the funding. I believe in you. And if you can’t, then Émeric and his golden tongue will charm it out of people. And if that doesn’t work, well, I have friends.” She smiled and took a sip from her glass as if that explained everything.
As they were preparing for bed after Matthew and Hypatia took their leave, Mr. Moreau pulled Collin back against him in the bathroom. Collin gulped, toothbrush still in his hand, as his back met Mr. Moreau’s chest. “I’m not done, sir.”
“Then keep brushing.”
Mr. Reevesworth grabbed Collin’s cock cage off the counter and ambled over. He cupped Collin’s cock and balls in his hand and then slid the cage closed around him, securing the base before inserting the plug in Collin’s slit.
Collin sucked in a breath and held it. After two days without a piece of metal spearing the end of his cock, it felt weird again. He closed his eyes and leaned back against his sir, breathing through his nose.
Mr. Reevesworth let go of Collin’s genitals. “All done, Émeric. Thank you.”
“Of course.” Mr. Moreau leaned over Collin to kiss his husband. “Want you, Richard.”
“Let me get kitten in his crate, then we’ll go to bed together.” They kissed again.
Trapped between them, Collin could barely breathe.
“He needs to finish brushing his teeth,” Mr. Moreau said.
They pulled apart and let Collin rinse his mouth.
Then Mr. Reevesworth swept Collin off his feet in a bridal carry. “Crate time, kitten.” He smirked, carrying him into the bedroom. He smiled down at Collin and kissed his nose. “Be good for us, okay?”
“How can I be good in a crate?”
Mr. Moreau laughed. “By getting whimpery, needy, and clinging from listening to us.” He opened the crate from the top. When it had gotten in the bedroom, Collin had not noticed, but it was installed at the foot of the bed. Mr. Reevesworth lowered Collin into it.
There were two pillows inside and a soft blanket from the bed that smelled like all of them. Collin curled up on his side and looked up at his doms. “You’re going to have sex and leave me here.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll let you out after.” Mr. Reevesworth stroked Collin’s nose with his knuckle as if he were Artemis. “This is what people do with pets, isn’t it?”
Collin whimpered. Mr. Moreau and Mr. Reevesworth made quick work of wrapping cuffs around his wrists and ankles and latching them to the sides of the crate so that Collin was on his back, wrists pinned near his ears and his legs bent and spread. He was empty and open. Desperation started to rise up in his throat at the idea of being left like this while his doms made love together.
Mr. Moreau pressed a slicked dildo against his hole. It was slender and sank into him. “There you go, pet.”
Mr. Reevesworth crouched down next to Collin. “I know this might be a little hard, boy, but like we talked about when we were going over the contract, Émeric and I still need each other and still need time to focus on each other. Sometimes that will look like this, and sometimes it will be when you’re not around.”
