Page 11 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
“I would prefer deferring to you, Richard,” Mr. Moreau said. “Collin is also working for you, and I have no desire to micromanage his life. In which case, it makes sense if you have preeminence in decisions that guide Collin’s time.”
“I value your perspective, Émeric. But don’t be selfless.”
“Believe me, I am not without self.”
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled suddenly, sharing something unspoken in a glance with his husband. Collin bit his lip and glanced between them.
“Collin, are you agreed?”
“Yes, sir, sirs. I don’t know what to say anymore, but yes. One week. Same contract until but with the additions.” Collin plastered his fingers over his face. How could they talk about these kinds of things so casually?
Mr. Reevesworth caressed Collin’s fingers, pulling on one gently but leaving Collin the grace to hide behind his imperfect refuge. “Moving on to punishment… Émeric, help me out. I’ve a good mind to call it all off. I’m uncertain about edging the boy after as many emotions as he went through yesterday.”
I’m here, you know. There was something demeaning about lying there on his back between the two men, being talked over. But also, somehow, it was nice?
Mr. Moreau ran his fingers over Collin’s shoulder and up to his ear. “I know about the edging. What was the punishment?”
“Family pet for the day. Naked, collared, mittens, on all fours at all times, leashed or in the crate when not being attended. Hand-fed.”
What? That… No! Collin’s hands flew off his face so he could gape at his dom properly. That sounded worse than what Damian had proposed.
“Sounds relaxing,” Mr. Moreau murmured. “I suppose the lesson is to teach him to be reliant on others.”
“Precisely.”
“What if we went through with the punishment, naps included, and edged him throughout the day in five-minute increments instead of the hour all together? I can work from home tomorrow, and we can keep him here Monday, to give him more time to rest, if necessary. Unless he’s needed at the office?”
“Everything is optional except Collin’s health.”
“Well, then, we can watch and decide on tomorrow later.” Mr. Moreau dragged the back of his fingers down Collin’s throat and onto his chest, pushing aside the sheets. “I’m looking forward to having our kitten for the day.”
Mr. Reevesworth joined him, edging the sheets down Collin’s body until all of him was on display.
Mr. Reevesworth poked Collin’s trapped cock. “I love this, dear. Do you know that our precious kitten hasn’t complained or asked for it off even once?”
“Do you plan to let him out regularly, or have you decided to keep him completely submitted?”
Collin’s skin writhed. So, this was what it was like to have both of their attention. Even his belly button was going to find a way to start blushing.
“I had thoughts, but honestly, I hadn’t decided. I know you fantasized about training boys to come on command or draining their balls.”
Mr. Moreau stroked his hand over Collin’s thigh and up to his belly. “So much more than just that. Doing it with grace and discipline is living art.” Mr. Moreau sighed and pinched one of Collin’s nipples.
Collin resisted the need to whimper or arch. There was something in Mr. Moreau’s eyes, staring directly down at him. He didn’t need to speak for Collin to know he should be still and silent. The pressure built, then released. Mr. Moreau’s hands ghosted over Collin’s chest to the other nipple. His fingers caressed it, stroked it, and then captured it, pressing the tender bit of flesh hard between his finger and thumb.
Collin stopped breathing but held still. It felt like his entire chest was burning.
Mr. Reevesworth soothed his hands down the rest of Collin’s body, softness in contrast to the pressure of Mr. Moreau’s fingers.
“Breathe into the pain, kitten,” Mr. Reevesworth said. “Slowly. Not past it but into it. Let it expand.”
Collin let his lips part and drew in a long deep breath, eyes on Mr. Reevesworth. And somehow, it worked. The pain was large, spreading through his limbs, but also bearable. There was no need to run from it; it merely was. And he accepted it.
“Good boy.” Mr. Moreau slowly released, then stroked the aching nubs on Collin’s chest. “I think he has the temperament, Richard.”
The three of them cuddled for a while longer; then Mr. Moreau declared breakfast was in order. After yesterday, Damian would be starving. Mr. Reevesworth chuckled and rolled out of bed first, disappearing into the closet.
Collin went to follow him, but Mr. Moreau wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him back down. “Wait, kitten. You’re not ready for your day yet.”
