Page 14 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
Collin sputtered and shook water out of his eyes. “You really want me to let go and be a kitten? What if I do it wrong?”
“I don’t want human worries in your head today. If you have an urge, make them known. No speaking, of course. I’m sure watching you find ways to communicate with us will be amusing.”
Collin’s skin prickled. Ideas, so many ideas. Maybe he could steal socks. Why that idea came to mind, he had no inkling.
A finger sank into Collin’s hole unexpectedly. His head came up and he half twisted, looking over his shoulder at his dom.
Mr. Reevesworth was finger fucking his ass.
“Sir!”
“I think it’s time to make you forget about being human, Collin. And since you’re not a real cat—you’re our sex kitten—we need to get this hole of yours clean and ready for your tail, among other things.”
Collin’s face burned.
Mr. Reevesworth twisted his finger in a little deeper and made a swirling motion, stretching Collin’s rim. Collin groaned, bracing his hands and knees against the floor. Just that much and his back was already arching.
“Good kitten. You know how to be good for master, don’t you?”
Collin sputtered, but he didn’t move.
Mr. Reevesworth pulled out his fingers. “Stay, kitten. I’m going to get something. I think this will help you drop.”
He stepped out of the shower. Collin stayed exactly as he was, water cascading over his back. All his senses were hyperaware of his slightly stretched hole and each drop of water that ran over and around it.
Sex kitten. Not Collin. Not a responsible adult. Not even human. Something else. Something uninhibited. He shivered. Inhibited was his middle name.
But Mr. Reevesworth wanted to take him somewhere else.
Did he want to be taken there?
He closed his eyes. Maybe. Just maybe. But he didn’t know how to get there. Frustration tightened his shoulders, and he tossed his head, tempted to bang it against the walls of the shower. The need wasn’t that strong, not yet. He curled his fingers against the tiles and hung his head, waiting, feeling every inch a humiliated sub and nothing like a relaxed sex kitten at all.
Mr. Reevesworth reentered the shower. He knelt down holding a light metal chain collar. He latched it around Collin’s neck without speaking and followed it with a matching body harness around Collin’s shoulders and upper chest.
“These are for showers only. I don’t like leaving long-term marks by wrapping you in chains. I have leather harnesses, but you won’t be in this long, and there’s no reason you should fight this one. It’s for posture only.” He ran his hands under Collin’s belly and down the inside of Collin’s legs. “Perfect. Just a few more pieces.”
He clipped a length of chain to the back of the harness and stood, attaching it to a small sunken bar in the bathroom wall above Collin’s head. There was no slack. Even if he wanted to, Collin could not lower himself to the floor. But he could stand up.
Or not. Mr. Reevesworth leaned over and clipped a second chain between Collin’s chest harness and the floor, locking him firmly in place.
Collin shifted, feeling the limits of the chains. He was well and truly trapped on all fours.
“I want my sexy kitten clean, inside and out.” Mr. Reevesworth spoke as he stroked his hands over Collin’s body from his head to his ass, ignoring nothing but lingering nowhere. “I know kitten is new to this. You don’t need to be frightened. This is to help you so you can run around with your pretty hole on display or full of anything I want to put up there since it will be so tempting.”
It was embarrassing to think of himself as tempting. A small voice in the back of his head muttered doubt. Perhaps it was all a play to humiliate him—build him up, tell him that unseemly behavior was okay, and then rip the rug out from under him. Or perhaps Mr. Reevesworth, Mr. Moreau, and Damian were all speaking the truth. Maybe they did truly enjoy him, find him that tempting. That was…almost worse. Terrifying.
Shoot me now. He was not at all sure about taking this.
But he was taking it, and Mr. Reevesworth was moving irrevocably onward. “We’re going to do this at least three times, kitten. We’re going to put a bit of water up that cute hole of yours, just for a minute. Then I’ll unhook you, and we’ll take you to the toilet. It might be a bit messy but nothing that won’t be gone as soon as we’re back in the shower. Then we’ll do that again, but you’ll have to hold it until I tell you. You can use the toilet again after that. Then the water should be pretty close to clear. And you’ll be ready to be my sexy kitten. And kittens don’t use the toilet for getting rinsed out.”
Collin dropped his head, cheeks burning. Mr. Reevesworth turned off the water. The shower space was still plenty warm. Mr. Reevesworth stood up and plucked a towel off the shower door. He rubbed Collin down, buffing his skin. It felt good.
Then something cold and thin slipped into Collin’s hole. His back stiffened as cold goo spread inside his channel.
“There, kitten, all lubed up for the hose.”
Collin’s stomach fluttered. Something smooth and cylindrical slid into him, the same size as Mr. Reevesworth’s fingers.
