Page 58 of Collin: Episodes 1-3
Collin groaned again. “It feels like it’s all the way up inside me. How big is it?”
Mr, Reevesworth made a distance between his fingers, matching Collin’s memory. An inch at most.
“Feels like more.”
“It does at first. You will become accustomed to it.”
Collin rubbed his face with his hands. “Can we just get the rest of it over with, please, sir? Because if I lay here feeling like this, I’m going to chicken out and try to beg out of it. And for the record, I’ve never had anything but a dick up there and not very often. Like, I think it’s been two years.”
Mr. Reevesworth said nothing, but he did reach across Collin and pluck the small dildo-shaped vibrator with a cord attached to one end up off the towel.
“It will be an hour, Collin. We will stay here, on this bed, for the duration. The rule is that you stay on the mattress, but you can be in whatever positions are comfortable. The cage will not come off your dick. You may cry and beg as you feel the need. It will not bother me. If you have to safe word, we will take breaks, but we will reach an hour of stimulation before bed. For every break you take, I will add ten minutes to the stimulation.
Collin shuddered. “Please, sir, just get started. I’m much better at doing things than hearing about them.”
He kept his eyes fixed on the comforter as Mr. Reevesworth’s fingers found his hole. If this had happened earlier, he was sure it would have been more surprising, but now, it felt right. He lay on his side, passive, as the first finger entered him.
Emotions he did not expect crept up his chest. Tears started in his eyes. He blinked them away. The finger moved, stretched him a little, spreading around the slick lube. He felt small and helpless. One finger became two, along with a bit of a burn. But he knew this; he could handle it. Condom-covered silicone pressed against his hole and he bore down, letting it inside. For the moment, it felt almost good. Something solid to clench around. Fingers pressed it deeper inside until it hit that spot.
Collin whimpered and pressed his head into his arm.
“That, I believe, is your prostate.”
“Yes, yes, it is. Sir. You’re vicious, sir.”
“It’s punishment, Collin.”
A button clicked behind him, and the device nestled inside Collin’s passage buzzed to life. Right on his fucking prostrate.
He rolled onto his stomach and pressed his face into the mattress. He wanted to hump the bed, but as soon as the thought arrived, he was reminded of the metal bars encircling his dick and balls.
He smothered another groan with his fist in his mouth.
It’s not that bad. Actually, it kind of feels good.
A darker voice muttered, in the recesses of his brain, For now.
“Are you going to sit here for the hour?”
Mr. Reevesworth moved a pillow behind his back and settled against the headboard. “Yes.”
“Aren’t you going to get bored?”
Mr. Reevesworth smirked. He was doing a lot of that today. “In about ten minutes, you are going to be all the entertainment I need.”
Collin bit the inside of his cheek. There was something in Mr. Reevesworth’s eyes, something that looked like anticipation. “You’re looking forward to this.”
“Indeed.”
“What’s going to happen to me?”
Mr. Reevesworth reached out and brushed the hair back from Collin’s forehead. “Would you like to lay between my legs like before?”
“I thought this was a punishment?”
“The tool inside of you and the device on you are the punishment. As your dom, it is my duty and my pleasure to see you through it.”
The vibrator delivered a particularly high buzz. Collin moaned, head falling forward. When he could speak, he looked up. “I’d like that, then, the between-your-legs thing.”
