Page 26 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
Collin took the offered support. “The cuddling was nice, but I don’t think I’d want to do a whole night there.”
Mr. Reevesworth snagged the key to Collin’s cage off the bedside table and navigated both of them around the door and shut it behind them. “No, I imagine not. Come.”
He helped Collin to his room and let Collin sit on his mattress. Mr. Moreau was changing in the closet. Mr. Reevesworth went out and came back with a glass of cold water.
He held it out to Collin. “Drink. Then shower off. You’ll feel better.”
Collin looked down at himself. He was sticky with sweat. He plucked at his pajama bottoms and made a face. Showering was a really good idea.
“What time is it?”
“Midnight.” Mr. Reevesworth walked toward the closet, unbuttoning his shirt.
Collin drank the water and showered quickly. He found a towel, but the thought of looking for new clothes was too much. He bit his lip and crept back out into the bedroom. Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau were still in the bathroom brushing their teeth.
It felt daring. And he knew he was setting himself up for disappointment, but… Before he could think it through, he threw himself down on their bed, naked, on Mr. Reevesworth’s side, and closed his eyes.
A few minutes later, a hand gripped his ass. “Hmm. You know there are consequences for crawling naked into a bed with two doms, don’t you, boy?”
Collin half opened one eye. “Consequences, sir?”
“Yes.”
Mr. Moreau walked around the bed, a sleepy chuckle rumbling in his throat. “Like a rabbit crawling in bed with a pair of foxes.”
Collin wiggled his hips and snuggled deeper into the sheets.
“Maybe you should plug him again, Richard.”
One hand on Collin’s ass became two. Mr. Reevesworth spread him. Collin flinched. Would he ever get used to being on display? His hole pulsed, trying to draw together. “The small purple one, please, Émeric.”
Collin whimpered.
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled and massaged Collin’s ass and upper thighs. A moment later, Mr. Moreau passed something over the mattress. Mr. Reevesworth put one knee on the bed beside Collin. There was a click of a bottle being opened, and then a moment later, something small, phallic, and slick pressed against Collin’s hole.
Thank gods I just showered!
Collin covered his face in his hands. Mr. Reevesworth was not being romantic. He slid the small plug into Collin with zero play, just pushed it straight inside, and then slapped Collin’s ass cheek.
“There.”
Collin drew his knees up to his chest and continued to hide his face even though the position gave Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau more opportunity to admire what they’d done to his ass. How could just putting something up inside him like this make him feel weak in his arms and legs? And small. So small. He wanted to cry and be held, and he wasn’t mad about it, but he also really didn’t want to make any decisions.
Mr. Reevesworth stretched out beside him in the bed. He stroked Collin’s back. “Are you humiliated, pretty boy?”
“I don’t know. Maybe?” Collin shivered. “Why do I let you do this? Why do I want it?”
“Because I’m taking away your dignity and admiring you all at once. I’m breaking all the rules and giving you more than you’ve been given.”
Collin turned, latching on to Mr. Reevesworth and putting his head on the other man’s shoulder. “Can I cry about it and have a fit and still not make you stop?”
“Yes. That’s what your safe word is for. So you can cry and yell and nothing has to stop.”
Collin sniffed. But he was sleepy. And tomorrow was a workday.
“I think I’ll throw a fit later. Too tired.”
Monday morning found Collin following Mr. Reevesworth into an office building Collin had never ventured into before. Mr. Reevesworth pushed the button on the elevator. It was one of the old-style ones that had barely been updated. There was still an accordion gate on the inside. Collin held it back as he stepped through.
