Page 81 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
Collin thought about that. If he had to guess, his doms needed to reconnect. But they’d been so careful with him, keeping him close and doting on him during healing, he’d started to worry they weren’t taking enough time for each other. The fact they’d tumbled into each other’s laps as soon as they’d arrived pointed to unmet needs.
And if he wasn’t alone under the bed and was that close to everyone… “It would be totally hot if they had sex above us while we were down there unable to do anything.”
Damian smirked. “It would be. I will certainly be cursing later, if they do it, because it would be frustrating as hell, but I’d also love to watch you.”
Collin whimpered. “If you’re there in the other cage and I can see you, then I want to try. I know Richard and Émeric want to train me to be able to take being left alone for periods of time, and most of this would be sleeping.”
Collin managed to make his request, stammering and blushing, over dinner. Émeric and Richard exchanged glances.
“What do you say, Émeric?” Richard gestured with a glass of sparkling water. “Shall we have a pup and a kitten in their kennels tonight?”
Émeric studied Collin’s blushing face and Damian’s averted one. “I think it’s worth a try, mon amour. Kitten has separation anxiety, but perhaps…if he can still hear us and see his brother?”
After dinner, Richard went off with Damian, and Émeric took Collin to a bathroom separately. It was smaller than the one in The Residency but charming and with more character. The shower was in the center of everything, and the toilet was in a tiny room of its own. The tub was up against a window with a wide polished wood ledge, and the tub was a piece of art, made entirely out of what appeared to be colored glass, in soft-shaped flowers and shrubbery, lit from within by glowing lights. Collin couldn’t help but stare at it.
Émeric chuckled and nudged Collin forward. “Naked, kitten. Stare at the tub later.” He went to the wall to turn on a rain shower. It fell from directly overhead into the softly sunken center of the room. It just looked like an empty space until the water appeared, and he looked up and saw the vents.
Collin pulled off his pants and shirt. The weeks they’d all had to avoid wetting bandages and casts had made each shower and bath that much more precious. The tub could wait, although he totally hoped to have a bath with Émeric in it at some point.
Émeric joined him in the warm, falling water. Collin wrapped his arms around his Sir and laid his head on his shoulder. “Missed this.”
“So did I.” Émeric pressed his lips against the back of Collin’s neck.
They washed slowly. As they finished, Émeric urged Collin down on his knees. He wrapped his hand around his cock and tapped the fat head against Collin’s lips.
“Make me hard for your master, little one. After we put you in your kennel, he and I are going to play.
“Yes, sir.” Inside his cage, Collin’s cock ached for the first time in weeks. They’d played a little but not like this. Émeric and Richard had been so careful with him. It felt like he’d passed some sort of test that Émeric was willing to use him again.
Collin licked and kissed up and down his Sir’s cock twice and then swallowed it down. Émeric held him by his good shoulder and thrust shallowly into Collin’s mouth. After no more than a few minutes, he pulled out, hard, the veins standing out on the underside of his shaft.
“Good boy.”
Collin smiled up at his Sir and kissed his thigh. “Thank you, sir.”
Émeric dried him off and supervised his bedtime routine but denied him clothes. He put a purple leather collar around Collin’s neck and attached a lead, then added cuffs on Collin’s ankles. Collin groaned when he saw the kitten mittens waiting on the same tray of implements as the lead.
Émeric smirked and held out his hand. “Paws, kitten.”
Collin hung his head and offered up one hand after the other to be encased in padded leather and relegated to paws only.
“Bend over, kitten.”
Collin folded himself down to the counter and spread his legs, expecting the cold injection of lube into his hole and then the clinical insertion of his tail. It was better being fitted out in his kitten gear this way without any fuss, both easier and more humiliating.
Émeric patted his ass. “There you go, pretty boy. All done. I’d love to put a bow on your pretty little penis, but I’m afraid you’d combust without the cage.” He clipped Collin’s wrists together behind his back, moving Collin’s arms carefully.
“Are you going to milk me tomorrow, sir?”
“Are you desperate, boy?”
Collin nodded. He leaned against his Sir, rubbing his face on Émeric’s shoulder. “I’ve had dreams of you milking me or Richard letting me come.”
“Hmm.” Émeric sounded entirely too amused. He eased the normal urethra plug out of Collin’s slit and started to sink a new wider plug into his cock.
Collin keened. He whimpered and lifted his feet up and down in place, pulling at his cuffed wrists.
“Still, boy.”
