Page 1 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
Episode 7
Collin held the mug of warm tea up to his nose. He was still on the couch with Mr. Reevesworth and Damian. Damian was calmer now, drinking milk tea Mr. Reevesworth had brought from the kitchen when Mr. Reevesworth had made himself coffee. But now he was back between Collin and Damian, where he was supposed to be.
“Am I still supposed to choose a punishment for Collin, sir?” Damian asked. “Or did all that end with the safe word?”
Collin’s eyes left his mug and fixed on Mr. Reevesworth’s face. Did he want Damian to choose one of his punishments or not? His stomach clenched. He didn’t want Damian to punish him. That was Mr. Reevesworth’s job.
But…if Mr. Moreau decided to punish him, he wouldn’t complain. At all. Collin dropped his eyes and sipped his tea. What was the difference between Damian and Mr. Moreau?
“What were you going to suggest, Damian?”
Collin shot Damian a glance, and their eyes met. Damian blushed and looked away. “Collin was taking care of everyone else, sir. So it only made sense that we, well, all of us, took care of him.”
“Hmm.” Mr. Reevesworth hummed in the back of his throat. “This is more discipline than punishment. And Collin had already been cared for when he was recovering from hitting his head.”
Damian bit his lip and shot Collin an apologetic look. “Kink brothers, right?”
Collin colored. But nodded. What was Damian thinking? The dude had already seen him crying in the shower. Among other things.
Damian looked away, looked at his cup, and then back at Collin again. “So, it’s okay if I’m going to get off on what I’m about to suggest, bro?”
Collin sputtered into his tea. “Damian, jeez, spit it out.”
“I just don’t want you to be mad.”
“I might growl about it, but I’m the one who messed up.”
“I messed up, too.”
“Yes, and…coming up with ways to make me suffer for what I did is part of your punishment. Stop drawing it out. I can’t take it!”
Mr. Reevesworth took the tea out of Collin’s hands and set it on the table, then tucked Collin under his arm. “Go on, Damian.”
Collin twisted around so he could still see Damian without wiggling out of his dom’s grasp.
Damian swallowed. “We have a dog cage, Sir. Tomorrow morning, after you’ve edged him, he could be The Residency pup for the day. Mitts, collar, leash. Of course, we’d have to feed and water him and take him for potty breaks. And dogs don’t wear clothes, sir. Or talk.”
Collin’s entire body curled up in a ball. He shoved his face into Mr. Reevesworth’s lap and wrapped his arms around his head.
Mr. Reevesworth adjusted his arm around Collin. “That’s certainly an excellent way to make sure Collin is cared for. Which means, Damian, that I will handle your punishment in the dungeon tonight privately.”
“Privately, sir?”
“Until I have a better handle on how you identify, and until we’ve discussed it more, any punishment between you and I will be private.”
“It just doesn’t seem fair, sir, if I’m going to see Collin punished.”
“Collin’s contract, what he’s agreed to, is that anyone in The Residency can witness what I choose to do to him unless he safe words. Which we can trust him to do. You, however, have just informed me that we need to change your contract. Your boundaries have changed. It’s not about fair, Damian, but consent. Do you need Collin to witness your punishment?”
Collin peeked through his fingers. Damian was shaking his head, eyes lowered. “No, sir. And I feel selfish for that. If Collin needs to see it…”
“I don’t!” Collin blurted out, then slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Go on, Collin, since you started.”
“I mean, I already safe worded on him.” Collin pulled his shoulders in toward his chest. “I feel like I’ve punished him already without meaning to.”
“But he is going to be a witness and a party to your punishment tomorrow, Collin.”
