Page 15 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
“Here we go, kitten. Be good for me; no kicking, please.”
As if. Collin was a good boy. He was not going to kick.
Water trickled in. Collin sighed into the sensation, pushing out his stomach, trying to make room for this new intrusion. He could feel the fullness, but the water was almost the same temperature as his body. Unlike the lube, he couldn’t track where it was inside him based on temperature. But the slowly growing fullness he could feel.
Mr. Reevesworth’s hand soothed his thigh and went around to Collin’s belly, rubbing it gently on the lower left, going up and rubbing back down the right. It helped. Collin tossed his head, feeling water hit deeper in his belly.
“Drop your head if you need to, pet. Just breathe. This one will be short. Just another minute or two. Tell me if it hurts.”
Collin shook his head. Maybe it was uncomfortable but not painful. Mr. Reevesworth’s hands were on him everywhere. Bits and pieces of daily life were slipping away, the present too large and overwhelming to let the outside world dominate.
His stomach cramped. He stretched into the feeling, and Mr. Reevesworth’s hands were right there, warm, strong, gentle, easing the cramps away.
“That’s all, baby. I’m going to take out the hose. Hold it and we’ll get you to the toilet.”
Collin nodded without speaking. He followed Mr. Reevesworth’s hands, barely opening his eyes until he was unclipped and crawling out of the shower at the end of the leash.
“Up.”
Oh, that was the toilet. Right.
Collin straightened up and sat down. He glanced at Mr. Reevesworth, who was still right there.
“Sir?”
“Hush, kitten. Use your litter box.” Standing right in front of Collin, Mr. Reevesworth cupped the back of his head and shoved his face into his groin.
Really!
He physically could not let go. This just wasn’t done. He’d learned to urinate with his dom present, but that wasn’t bad. Men used urinals in front of each other all the time. This…this was…
“Come on, kitten. Let go.”
Collin shook his head.
Mr. Reevesworth crouched down. One of his hands wrapped around the back of Collin’s head, holding him by the hair, and the other slid around Collin’s side and rubbed on Collin’s lower belly. He held Collin’s head up so that he was looking straight into Collin’s eyes. “Do it for me, kitten. Remember, that’s all you are, my pretty kitten, getting clean for me and your sir. When we’re done, we can go out and find you a nice soft blanket to lie on by the table while we eat breakfast, and then afterwards, we’ll get you a nice dish of milk. Would you like that, some warm milk? You’ll look so cute leaning over, your elbows on the floor, your little mittens on, and your tail in, swinging back and forth as you lap up your treat.”
Collin tried to hide, but Mr. Reevesworth gripped his hair more firmly, holding Collin’s face up, making him stay in the moment. He shook Collin a little, forcing Collin to sit up straight. “Do it, kitten.”
His hand left Collin’s belly and found Collin’s nipple. He pinched hard. Already sore from Mr. Moreau’s attentions earlier, Collin arched into the burn, mouth opening in a moan.
“Use your litter box, kitten. Your master isn’t giving you a choice.”
The pain broke him. All he could feel was the pinch on his chest and the grip on his hair, making his back arch. And all he could see was Mr. Reevesworth’s eyes staring right down into him, absolute determination burning in the man’s face.
Collin’s inside trembled under the man’s dominance. His sphincter spasmed, and he shuddered, obeying.
Pride filled Mr. Reevesworth’s face. He leaned down, kissing Collin on the lips and nipping at them gently as he drew back. “Good kitten. You may clean yourself. I know cats like to be clean.”
Thank goodness, the toilet had a bidet and he’d already learned how to use it.
After a few moments of necessary self-attendance, Collin dropped to his knees and crawled back to the shower.
Mr. Reevesworth reattached the chains to Collin’s chest harness and moved behind Collin to start round two.
There was more water this time. Collin hung his head. This part wasn’t bad. Mr. Reevesworth’s hand stroking him and praising him was nice. Almost dreamlike. Collin leaned his shoulder against the side of the shower and let himself drift, carefully not thinking about what was coming.
“That’s long enough, kitten,” Mr. Reevesworth murmured in his ear, unhooking the chains. “Crawl out for master.”
