Page 16 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
He followed Mr. Reevesworth out into the bathroom again. This time he expected the grip in his hair, but it was gentle. Mr. Reevesworth stroked him for a full minute before leaning down and whispering in his ear, “Go on, kitten. Be good for master. Show him what a good little kitten boy you can be.”
Collin whimpered. Somehow having just done this didn’t make doing it again easier.
Mr. Reevesworth’s hand rubbed Collin’s belly. “Submit, kitten. Don’t try to be dignified. That’s not what I want from you. I want the shameless kitten who gives me everything I ask of him. One day, I’ll have you waiting for me, naked, on the floor, lubed ass end up, wearing nothing but kitten ears and a collar, waiting to be fucked when I walk through the door. You don’t have dignity, boy, you have me.”
He bit Collin’s ear.
Collin surrendered almost without realizing it. He was sliding into a different world. His eyes slid closed, and he was being kissed and praised.
Mr. Reevesworth led him back to the shower. He felt like he was in a dream. He crawled into position without instruction and waited, head hanging down.
“This time will be a little different, pet.” Mr. Reevesworth slid his hands over Collin’s rear as he finished adjusting the chains. “You’re pretty clean now. This is just for us. We’re going to take you all the way down. Going to make you my pretty kitty.”
Collin blinked at him in half a daze, letting this expression speak for him.
“You’re taking this just for me, darling. I want you to show me how proud you are to please me. I’m going to put you in the proper posture. No hiding this time, pretty one.”
He reached overhead and brought down a chain. Where it was attached, Collin couldn’t see. The end of it had two prongs that bent back on themselves in hooks, ending with smooth round balls, maybe a quarter of an inch wide.
Mr. Reevesworth pushed Collin to his highest stance with both hands on the floor. He coaxed Collin to arch his back and raise his ass, then spread his thighs. Collin swallowed shallowly, holding the pose. All he could think of was that this was how show dogs were displayed at a show. Mr. Reevesworth hummed with pride.
“Good kitten. Now to help you hold this.”
He slid the two hooks in Collin’s nose and took up the slack. Collin’s head followed the tug. Shock ran through him. His eyes widened. He tried to turn his head, but the hooks had him, a twinge making him freeze.
Posture, indeed. Collin was going nowhere.
Mr. Reevesworth stroked his back. “There you go. Now we can see your face, kitten.”
Collin sucked in air. He didn’t want to move, not at all. There was something about this that felt positively like he was not human. Just a pet on display. At Mr. Reevesworth’s disposal. And Mr. Reevesworth’s constantly stroking hands. Shameless hands that at that moment were gliding over Collin’s trapped cock.
“Are you trying to get hard, kitten? It feels like it.”
Collin whimpered. Mr. Reevesworth rubbed his finger over the plug piercing Collin’s cock. It was sensitive. Could the man…just…not! He whined, wiggling his ass, carefully trying to pull back.
Mr. Reevesworth slapped his ass dismissively. “Still, kitten. This is mine. I will play with it if I want to.” He toyed with the plug again.
Collin stared at the upper wall of the shower, the only place he could look with the hooks holding his head up and his neck arched and endured.
The key in the cock cage was turned, and Mr. Reevesworth removed the cage. Entirely.
Collin whined with surprise.
“Don’t worry, kitten. Master just wants to see all of you for a while.” Mr. Reevesworth wrapped his hand around Collin’s cock and stroked it twice. Blood rushed from one end of Collin to the other, stiffening his member almost at once. “Beautiful, kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth pressed against Collin’s back. “It’s lovely to see that you can still get hard for me even like this. Let’s see if it stays that way.”
He wrapped bands around Collin’s thighs and put something between them, locking it in place. “This is a spreader bar, kitten. It keeps good little pets from closing themselves off to their masters or breaking posture, with the additional benefit of keeping you from being able to try to get off. Not that I think you would. You’re so good about that.”
Collin mewed. Humiliation was coursing through him but also…pride. He wanted to please Mr. Reevesworth with everything that he had. He arched his back and held his form, ignoring the ache in his knees from the hard shower floor.
Familiar sounds of lube going into a syringe filled the space. Collin felt his opening flutter in response.
Accept. Be still. Accept. The mantra filled his thoughts. Mr. Reevesworth’s hand came down and settled on his ass. Collin held his breath, pushing out, trying to open himself.
“So ready for me, good boy.”
Mr. Reevesworth slid the syringe inside Collin and emptied the lube into him. So cold. A moment later, he felt the nozzle for the water, and he pressed back again, accepting. With his head held up, he felt more aware. There was nowhere to go. He couldn’t deny where he was. Or what was happening
But he also didn’t feel like himself. He felt…wild. He was chained, and yet…something in his chest was breaking free, spreading inside like the water seeping into his passage.
