Page 12 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
“Sir?”
Mr. Moreau tapped Collin’s lips with a finger. “Kittens mew or hiss. They don’t use human words. Nor do precious boys who are being kittens.”
Collin gulped. Mr. Moreau chuckled. That was just embarrassing. He rolled over and tried to hide under Mr. Moreau.
He was partially successful, mostly due to the man’s indulgence. However, trying to crawl under someone put his rear in the air. A large, firm hand smacked his bum and then took a firm grip on it.
“Out, Collin.” That was Mr. Reevesworth
Collin gave in and rolled away from his lackluster French protector. Mr. Reevesworth stood by the bed with a leash and a collar in dark chocolate brown. They were a match. Collin shivered, looking at them. Then he collected himself, legs tucked under him and fists on the mattress.
“Once this goes on, kitten, the day starts. No standing. Crawling only. No speaking. If you forget either order, I have the means to enforce them.”
“He would look beautiful in a humbler,” Mr. Moreau mused.
“He would. But we’re trying to make him rest today.” Mr. Reevesworth put one knee on the bed and presented the collar. “Any questions, Collin, before this goes on for the day?”
Collin swallowed. “If I’m on all fours, sir, how will I go to the bathroom?”
“Émeric or I will accompany you to the bathroom and allow use of the toilet. None of us have a fondness for scat play, I think. Besides, it’s a limit in your contract.”
Collin nodded. That was very, very true. He’d jumped on that so fast he’d almost had whiplash.
“Any other questions?”
“No, sir.” Collin lowered his head. If Mr. Reevesworth didn’t get that collar on fast, he was going to get nervous about not speaking all day and find more questions.
Mr. Reevesworth seemed to understand. He wrapped the collar around Collin’s neck and secured the buckle, sliding two fingers under it to check the fit. He ruffled Collin’s hair and scratched the back of his neck lightly, as if he were a real cat. “There you go.”
Then he snapped the leash onto the ring under Collin’s chin.
Some part of Collin’s brain hiccupped. He blinked, getting another look at the length of leather wrapped around Mr. Reevesworth’s hand and swinging softly in the air. It disappeared from his vision, but he could feel the weight. He shook his head, feeling the collar move and the leash sway.
This…was so going to mess with him. And now he wanted to play with the leash, bite it, see what would happen if he rolled over and tried to pull it out of Mr. Reevesworth’s hand.
No, bad Collin.
But he couldn’t entirely resist. He leaned forward and licked Mr. Reevesworth’s hand, glancing up to get the man’s reaction.
He laughed. “Come on, kitten, out of bed with you.”
In the bathroom, Mr. Reevesworth ordered Collin to sit with his legs folded under him and his hands on the floor right beside him at the sink. First, he brushed his teeth, then he crouched down, holding Collin’s toothbrush with toothpaste already on it, and tapped Collin’s cheek. “Open, kitten.”
Collin opened his mouth hesitantly. Was the man going to really brush his teeth? He could totally do this for himself. Mr. Reevesworth cupped Collin’s jaw in one hand, the toothbrush in the other. “We have to keep your teeth clean, kitten. Now be good and keep your mouth open.”
He’s brushing my teeth. For real…
It was the oddest thing. For one, one’s hands were never on the floor while one’s teeth were being brushed, and two, no one, unless it was a dentist, had touched his teeth since he was three!
“Relax, kitten. It’s just your master taking care of you.” Mr. Reevesworth brushed a kiss against Collin’s forehead and went back to carefully scrubbing Collin’s teeth. He was thorough, getting the tops and the bottoms and both sides. When he was finished and Collin had a mouthful of suds, he tapped Collin. “Knees up, kitten, spit into the sink, and let’s rinse you out.”
He had a little cup and everything.
They both used the toilet, and then Collin followed Mr. Reevesworth to the shower on all fours. Surely, he’d be allowed to stand for that?
Mr. Reevesworth knelt down and unbuckled the collar, leaving the leash attached. “We shouldn’t get this wet, kitten. Let me just hang it up. Good boy. Now go on, crawl in.” He held the shower door open for Collin. The water was already running.
Collin ducked his head down, cheeks flaming. What did he look like, crawling past Mr. Reevesworth? On all fours, everything was on display. Not just his hole—which he could hide when lying down or standing—but also his trapped cock and balls swinging against his thighs. Both felt more visible now. There was something about being on the floor, able to be seen, but having to force himself to look up to see anyone else.
