Page 57 of Collin: Episodes 1-3
Collin swallowed and made fists out of his hands. “Sir?”
“Yes, Collin.”
“May I use the bathroom?”
“Didn’t you just do that?”
“I washed my hands, sir. I didn’t eliminate.”
Mr. Reevesworth nodded, a pleased smile on his face. “Let’s do that, then. Good boy.”
Collin flushed.
Mr. Reevesworth followed Collin into the bathroom. In a way, it was easier this time to lower his pants and grip himself, pointing his dick into the toilet bowl. It was a wonder what could change after a session in the waxing salon. Both men had not only seen his balls but also everything that could possibly be found in his crack. Elliot had left nothing.
Finished, they returned to the bedroom. Mr. Reevesworth held up the chastity device. “We will have to be strict on hygiene. To succeed in holding back urination, this plug will enter the end of your urethra. We will use lube to make that as comfortable as possible.”
Collin pressed a hand to his belly. He suddenly wished he hadn’t eaten so much. At least the walk and the leisure end of the meal had helped.
Mr. Reevesworth took the device apart and gestured Collin closer. “Widen your stance. The first part goes around your balls.”
Sparks flew up Collin’s back. He shuffled his feet apart and lifted his arms, not knowing where to put them.
“Eyes forward, Collin, and put your arms behind your back. Grab your elbows with your hands if you can.”
Collin obeyed. Strangely, putting his arms behind him was stabilizing. He dug his toes into the carpet and bit the inside of his cheek as Mr. Reevesworth wrapped his fingers around his balls.
Every nerve in his body seemed to turn their attention to that space between his legs. The rings were partially warm from Mr. Reevesworth’s hands, but they were still alien. Strange. And constricting. They were heavy. Nothing had ever pulled his balls down away from his body like this before. His hands were on his dick now. He lifted his chin and dug his fingers into the muscles of his arms. The rings slid over his dick, and then there was something wet and thick–lube–on his glans. He flinched.
“If you can’t stand on your own, put your hands on my shoulders. Some find this to be a shock.”
“I can do it, sir.”
“I know you can.”
Metal moved against the sensitive tip of his dick. Collin’s vision narrowed to next to nothing. Something was going where nothing had ever gone before.
“Breathe, Collin.”
He dragged in air through his nose, jaw too tight to move. How long was that thing? He was being skewered front to back. Surely it hadn’t been more than an inch. Why was it still moving?
“It’s in, Collin. I’m going to lock it now.”
His legs were shaking. It was inside him, and nothing else was relevant. His dick was a marshmallow at a campfire, a hotdog at a baseball stadium.
“Lay down, Collin.”
He found the bed with help and collapsed. On instinct, his knees curled up toward his chest.
“Well, I didn’t ask for that, but it works.”
“Sir?” Collin shivered.
“I’m going to give you a moment, and then we’ll start your punishment for the evening.”
Collin groaned. He turned his face into the surface of the comforter. “I’m an idiot.”
“I’ll let it pass this time, but in the future, refrain from disparaging yourself.”
