Page 82 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
“It’s big, sir.”
“The better to keep your milk inside you until I want it.”
Collin whined. His balls throbbed, and his ass gripped rhythmically at the plug end of the tail in his hole.
Émeric forced Collin back against the counter and pinned him there with his body. He gripped Collin’s caged cock with a better angle and fucked the lubed plug into Collin’s slit until all but the end had disappeared.
Chastened and defeated, Collin whined low and miserably as Émeric locked it into place. There was no way he could forget, like he usually did, that not only was his dick stuffed into a cage but he was also being penetrated at all times.
The humbled, submissive weight he’d missed so much seeped into his chest and sank down into his belly. “Thank you, sir.”
“Good boy.” Émeric cupped Collin’s face in both hands and kissed him thoroughly, with tongue, owning Collin’s mouth.
He stepped back and picked up the lead, jiggling it between them. “Time for bed, kitten.”
Collin followed, cheeks burning, feeling small.
Back in the master bedroom, Damian and Richard had returned. Damian was on a leash and muzzled. His legs were each bent at the knee and strapped ankle to thigh so that he had to crawl on his hands and knees. His hands were wrapped in leather paws like Collin’s except they matched the rest of his pup gear and looked canine instead of feline. Richard sat on a stool with Damian held at attention on all fours in front of him. Every now and then, he reached down and stroked Damian’s dick. Each time he did, Damian shifted and growled. Each time he raised a paw or a knee, Richard laid a strike with a switch across Damian’s beautiful, round ass.
Collin’s cheeks tingled faintly, seeing Damian like this. He couldn’t help but look at Damian’s hard cock bobbing between his legs.
“This is going to take a minute,” Richard said to Émeric. “Pup’s excitable.”
Émeric hummed absently. “What’s he supposed to be doing?”
“Taking nice pets between the legs with good manners.” Richard smirked. “But he’s having an attitude.”
“It looks like it.” Émeric chuckled. “That’s quite a collection of strikes he’s earned.”
Richard rubbed a hand over Damian’s ass and leaned down to kiss it. “I don’t mind.”
Émeric laughed. He pointed Collin to a fainting couch and undid his wrist cuffs, helping him put his paws in front of himself. “Stay here, pet. I’m just going to turn down the bed and get your kennel ready.”
While Damian built up an impressive number of tiny welts on his ass, Émeric prepared the room for the night. He set a couple of covered trays of tools on the bedside tables. There were drawers built into the bed frame underneath the mattress block. He opened a few of them, satisfying himself with what was inside.
Damian’s growls changed to whines and then full-on whimpers. Collin couldn’t help but watch. Richard was merciless, welting Damian’s defenseless ass for every single break in posture until Damian broke and started to cry, tears running down his face into the muzzle. He wasn’t allowed to drop his head or shift his weight on his hands or knees or pull his thighs together. He looked like a show dog, back arched and legs spread.
Richard stroked Damian’s throbbing cock from root to tip and let go.
“Good boy. That’s the first one tonight. Can you do it again?” He pressed a single finger to Damian’s slit.
Damian tossed his head.
Richard swatted him.
Something suspiciously like a sob broke out from behind the muzzle. Damian corrected his posture.
“Let’s try again, Pup. I know it’s been a long time.” Richard stroked Damian again. This time, Damian endured.
Richard rubbed his thumb over the head of Damian’s cock. Sweat stood out on Damian’s head, but he held.
Richard gave him one more long stroke. Damian was so hard as Richard released him that his cock bobbed up against his belly.
“Good boy. Three strokes. You did it.”
Damian groaned.
Richard picked up a remote. “Time to let you come, Pup.”
