Page 1 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
Episode 13
Mr. Reevesworth closed his laptop. “We can all sleep on the contract as written tonight and come back to it in the morning. If no one feels any differently, we’ll sign it then. Agreed?”
“Agreed, sir.” Collin stifled a yawn and handed Damian his tablet to put somewhere safe since he was closer to the edge of the mattress. They were all still stretched out on the foldout bed in the large room.
Mr. Moreau closed his device and set it on the side sofa table. “That went smoothly.”
Mr. Reevesworth smiled. “As expected. Now, Collin, are you still feeling empty and needy?”
Collin groaned and rolled onto his stomach. “Yes, sir.” How could he not be? He’d been milked dry that morning without an orgasm, his hole lubricated again afterward, and they’d been talking about sexy dominating things and relationship stuff for the last two hours. He hadn’t even been caged, just naked.
If the draft of the contract was anything to go by, neither of his doms were that interested in keeping him dressed in the future. He’d blushingly agreed to giving up full control of his wardrobe, including whether or not he wore anything at all. His submissive inner self hadn’t even stipulated an out for family or friends, and when it came for work, he’d just asked that his situation and needs be consulted. Mr. Moreau had added in a line, subject to practicality and comfort for work. And that seemed to cover it. He could always safe word or just speak up. The last few weeks had proven that.
This contract felt more comforting than the first one now he’d seen one in action and knew firsthand that a word could bring him help. When his doms had asked about piercings, the only limits he specified were nothing that made it so he couldn’t be in a white-collar career and nothing that significantly changed the usage of any part of his body. They had both agreed; neither of them wanted anything that extreme.
He was so fucked. In the best way. When it came to Mr. Moreau and Mr. Reevesworth—his sir and his master, sometimes his Richard and his Émeric—he had no defenses. Nor did he want any. The best things happened when they took him apart and put him back together again.
Mr. Reevesworth gathered Collin’s wrists in one hand and dragged them above his head. “Hmm.” He ran a finger down the side of Collin’s neck and over his ribs, pushing away the blanket that had gathered around Collin’s waist and revealing his ass. “Pup, are you hard?”
“I could be, sir,” Damian replied.
“Good. Get hard. Collin—pet—pull your knees up under you and show Damian your ass.”
Mr. Reevesworth’s hand stayed tight around Collin’s wrists. He had to wiggle from side to side to pull his legs up under him without the use of his hands or the ability to lift his head from the mattress. His heart thudded in his chest, and his face tingled with humiliation.
Mr. Moreau helpfully pulled the blankets away and patted Collin’s thigh. “A little higher, kitten, and spread your knees, keep your feet splayed to the side so the man mounting you can get close. Either that or you’ll be told to keep your knees together.”
“Yes, sir.” Collin shivered and worked his knees farther apart.
Mr. Moreau smoothed his hand down Collin’s ass and gave his balls a few strokes. “Do you want kitten hard or soft for your pup, Richard?”
“Go ahead and make him hard, if you like, mon amour. It’s not likely after your expert milking this morning that our little pet can mess up and cum. Besides, we so rarely get to see him engorged.”
Collin buried his face in the mattress. “Master, Sir!”
“Are you begging for something, Collin?” Mr. Moreau asked.
“No, sir. Just embarrassed, Sir,” Collin whimpered.
“Oh, in that case then, go on and wallow in it, darling boy. You’re pretty when you’re pink.” Mr. Reevesworth sounded pleased.
Collin giggled. Mr. Moreau wrapped a lube-covered hand around his cock and started to slide up and down it, pulling blood toward the tip, and suddenly he couldn’t giggle anymore, only moan.
He twisted his arms in Mr. Reevesworth’s grip, fingers clawing at the sheets.
Mr. Reevesworth slapped his upturned ass. “Still, kitten. Your sir is getting you into the state we want you.”
“Master.” Collin whimpered.
“Close your eyes, tilt up your ass, relax your hole, and focus on what you know we want. Right now, that is your cock hard. If your sir is working to make you hard, then you should be submitting and attempting to assist unless ordered otherwise.”
Collin’s mortification was complete. He blinked back embarrassed, overstimulated tears and obeyed, lifting his ass, making sure his knees were spread, and relaxing his hole.
“Someday,” Mr. Moreau said softly, still working his hand up and down Collin’s cock, “you will be so well trained that we will be able to order you to the middle of the room and tell you to strip, get on all fours, spread your legs, and become hard without stimulation other than our commands.”
“This I want to see.” Mr. Reevesworth stroked Collin’s hair back from the side of his face and coaxed him to turn his head. “It’s easier to breathe when your nose and mouth aren’t inside the mattress, pretty boy.”
Collin gave him a one-eyed glare.
