Page 83 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
Damian shook his head, eyeing the remote with wide, round eyes.
“Eyes forward, Pup. You need to sleep, and this will help.”
Damian whined hard.
Richard chuckled and thumbed on a remote.
Damian’s entire body tightened and rolled, starting from his ass and moving up his back into his shoulders. He shuddered, but his knees and paws stayed where they were.
Collin eyed the puppy tail in Damian’s ass. It had to be a vibrating plug. Nothing else explained the way Damian was shuddering and sweating even though Richard was doing nothing but gently petting his back.
Cum shot out of Damian’s cock and painted the floor. Richard immediately hit the remote, and Damian relaxed, chest heaving.
“Good boy.” Richard pulled a damp washcloth out of a warming dish on the shelf behind him and started wiping Damian down. He loosened the straps on Damian’s legs and let him ease down in an easier position, sitting on his ass, legs folded under him. Finished rubbing the sweat off Damian, he wiped the mess off the floor.
“Let’s get you in bed. You look done in, Pup.” Richard eased the muzzle away from Damian’s face and picked up the lead, guiding Damian toward the left-hand side of the bed and the open door to the twin-mattress-sized cage built in under the bed.
“Bed for you, too, kitten.” Émeric came to collect Collin.
Collin followed Émeric’s lead to the right side of the bed. The cage there was a mirror to the one Damian was crawling into.
“In,” Émeric said.
Collin dropped to all fours and crawled into the cage. It was as long as the bed and half as wide. The only thing separating him from Damian was a single set of vertical bars at eight-inch intervals. The bottom of the cage was soft. There was ambient heating, one blanket, and lots of throw pillows. Collin threw himself at them.
Émeric crooked his finger. “Come here, kitten. You can’t sleep in your lead.”
Collin rolled over and let Émeric unbuckle the collar and hang it on a hook beside the cage door.
Émeric held up a piece of masking tape. “Overnight, I use the tape trust method, kitten. Do you remember it?”
Collin nodded. They’d talked about it in theory before but never used it.
“After I close the door, I’m going to tape it shut. If you have an emergency or can’t use your words for whatever reason, you can push straight through it. It will tear easily. And I’ll know you broke it.”
Collin nodded.
“Words, pet.” Émeric smiled. “I know you’re falling into headspace, but I need you with me for this part.”
“Yes, sir.” Collin swallowed. “I can call you. I’m not muzzled or under speech restrictions. I can get out on my own even with the paws on. Every door between me and leaving the house can be opened without fingers. I could get the paws off with my teeth if needed because they aren’t locked.”
“Good boy.” Émeric scratched Collin’s neck. “And what happens if you break out and it’s not an emergency?”
“You fig my slit for three minutes, sir.”
“Good.”
Collin glared. “I’m not risking that, sir.”
Émeric chuckled. “I almost wish you would.”
Collin shook his head.
Richard rounded the bed, having finished putting Damian in for the night. He crouched down and kissed Collin on the lips, cupping Collin’s face in one hand. “Sleep well, pretty boy.”
“Yes, sir.”
Then Richard and Émeric pulled back. Émeric shut the door and taped it shut. They moved away, far enough that all Collin could see was their feet. He rolled over and found himself beside Damian with only the bars separating them. Damian looked wrung out. His eyes were still red from crying. Collin rubbed noses with him through the bars and licked at Damian’s cheek.
