Page 7 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
“Yes, sir.” Collin whimpered.
Émeric’s fingers in his hole were making squelching sounds; not even the rocking of the bed as Richard drilled Damian less than three feet away could have drowned them out.
Émeric kissed Collin’s forehead. “My precious little milk boy. So pliant and willing. So giving. So tender. Are you tender here, precious boy? Are you sore?”
“A little, sir.”
Émeric swirled his fingers around. “I want to see you taken one more time. Richard”—he raised his voice—“do you think your Pup could drill the kitten for us one more time?”
Richard grinned like a wolf. “Isn’t the poor thing sore?”
Émeric chuckled. He pressed his fingers against Collin’s poor, abused prostate. “Yes. I want him crying and whimpering and weak for the rest of the day.”
Richard leaned down and spoke in Damian’s ear. Damian turned his head, meeting Collin’s eyes. “Yes, sir.”
“Then don’t come,” Richard ordered. He fucked in and out of Damian’s hole again. “You feel so good around me, Pup.”
“Missed you, sir,” Damian whispered. He reached for Richard’s hand again.
Richard kissed his cheek. “Shall I take it that you want this more often, boy?”
Damian nodded.
“My big bad lawyer still wants to be my good pup? Do you want me to pet you and hold you sometimes until you go out and take on the world?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Richard pulled Damian’s hips off the bed and reached under him. “Are you hard, boy?”
“Almost?”
“Hmm. Maybe you’ll be hard enough to make our little one cry by the time I’m finished with you.”
Collin gripped Émeric’s wrist. “Fuck, sir.”
Émeric rolled him over so they were face to face, leaving just one finger in Collin’s hole but holding it still. He kissed Collin gently. “We have cream, mon petit chaton, and I’ll make it a little easier on you.” He reached for more lube and rolled Collin onto his back, kissing him while he lubed Collin’s hole.
Fuck. He still wanted this. His cock was still hard. Collin dragged his fingernails down his sir’s chest. He was going to do that not-coming-but-coming thing again where his skin broke out in a million bits of tingly bliss.
Richard groaned. Émeric raised his head and grinned. Richard had both arms wrapped around Damian and was rolling his hips against Damian’s ass, the muscles in his back rippling as he orgasmed into his pup.
Émeric kissed Collin on the lips one more time and turned him over into the middle of the bed on his back. “Pull your knees up and spread them, little one. Show Damian where he’s supposed to go.”
Collin obeyed.
Richard slid off Damian and lay spent on the bed. He turned, smiling, and slapped Damian’s ass. “Good boy. Do you want to come again?”
Damian pulled himself up on all fours. “Yes, sir.” His cock was hard and curving up toward his belly underneath him.
Collin swallowed convulsively, looking at it.
Richard pressed a kiss to Damian’s arm. “Do you think kitten’s pretty hole can take you again, Pup?”
“Yes, sir.” Damian’s eyes slid down Collin’s body to the cleft of his ass.
Blood tingled in Collin’s cheeks. He could feel the wet slick and cum seeping out of him. And yet he was still there, holding himself open, defenseless, fucked, soft, sore, and waiting.
“Such a beautiful fucktoy,” Émeric murmured, kissing Collin’s cheek, “so good for us.” He turned Collin’s face toward him. “Don’t look at Damian, kitten. Look at me. I want to watch your eyes as he spears you.”
