Page 18 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
Then he rinsed Collin from head to toe and left him there, moving to the other end of the shower to wash himself.
Collin listened to the sounds of splashing water in a distant sort of way. That contentment remained. It was no struggle now to merely stay. Even less since his belly was no longer heavy and full.
Mr. Reevesworth opened the shower door and dried off. His eyes were on Collin; he could feel them. And as much as something embarrassed tried to slither through Collin’s stomach, a thread of pride followed it. His dom wanted to see him like this. He was pleasing his master.
“Let’s get you dry, kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth laid a large fluffy towel on the floor by the shower door and a second one out in the middle of the bathroom. Then he came and knelt by Collin’s head. He lowered something and eased the hooks out of Collin’s nose. Then he ran his hand over Collin’s face, checking.
On impulse, Collin licked his fingers. Mr. Reevesworth laughed. He let Collin have one finger, and Collin went for it, stretched forward to get it into his mouth, and then sucked it in his mouth, laving it with his tongue. With another chuckle, he pulled his finger free and started to detach Collin from the rest of the chains. He even stripped away the chest harness and left it hanging up over a hook on the wall.
“Come, kitten, onto the towels.”
They were soft and fluffy. Collin crawled until he reached the one in the middle of the room. Mr. Reevesworth stood over him with a smaller towel and dried his hair and then rubbed the rest of his body down over his back and thighs.
“On your back, kitten. Paws in the air.”
Collin rolled over and bent his arms and legs, imitating Artemis. The pleased chuckle from above told him he’d gotten it right. Mr. Reevesworth dried him from the neck all the way down to his hole. He tossed the towel away and stood as he finished. “Stay, kitten.”
He moved away but not out of the room; Collin turned his head to watch him. He was collecting things off the counter from a prepared tray. He came back and sat down by Collin, the items temporarily forgotten. He stroked Collin from throat to belly. Collin arched up into the touch. Mr. Reevesworth leaned down and kissed Collin once on each bruised nipple and then on his forehead. Then he put lotion into his hands and started to rub Collin down, starting with his face and moving down, doing both of Collin’s arms on both sides and working his way down both of Collin’s legs.
It was almost harder to take than the shower. Collin’s face flushed as he lay there. He felt spoiled. And a little useless. Every time he tried to make a motion to help or to make something easier, Mr. Reevesworth flicked his nose.
Which was not nice. His nose was already sore from the hooks. Collin snapped his head away from one more flick and forced himself to go limp on the towel, merely accepting what was happening.
Mr. Reevesworth finished at Collin’s feet and moved back up toward his head. “Beautiful kitten.” He picked up a soft leather mitt with no fingers or thumb. “Curl into a fist, baby.”
Collin obeyed. Mr. Reevesworth slid the leather over it and secured the buckle around Collin’s wrist. Then he repeated the processes with Collin’s other hand. Collin held his “paws” up in front of his face, turning them this way and that, trying to flex his fingers. There was no give. He wouldn’t be opening doors or handling tools until the mitts came off. They even had little pink toe beans stitched into them on the ends where his knuckles would meet the floor.
“Roll over, kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth tapped his thigh.
Collin stopped staring at himself and rolled over. Another tap and he found himself trying to balance on his new paws. It took a moment.
“If your hands get sore, you can go down on your elbows, kitten. I don’t think anyone will mind the view.”
Collin shot Mr. Reevesworth a disgruntled look. Mr. Reevesworth smirked, staring him straight in the eye, and sank a finger into Collin’s hole. All thoughts of rebellion left Collin’s mind like smoke. He mewed. There was just something about being penetrated like that. So…perfunctory. Perhaps that wasn’t the right word. And casual wasn’t quite right either.
It was…like he was just that accessible. There was nothing stopping his dom from just being in him. Pure objectification and a feeling of being owned rolled through Collin. And the finger was still there. He dropped his head and spread his legs, trying to wordlessly submit, to tell Mr. Reevesworth that he understood.
Mr. Reevesworth swirled his finger around and pushed just a little deeper. Collin arched his back. The finger sank farther inside him. Collin whimpered. His elbows buckled, and he went down on them, putting his ass up in the air.
“Perfect.” Mr. Reevesworth withdrew his finger. and patted Collin’s ass. “Just like that.”
Collin huffed loudly and on purpose. Mr. Reevesworth answered with a chuckle. Then he spread lotion on Collin’s back, getting all the places he couldn’t reach when Collin was lying face up. Only when he had finished, did he tapped Collin to get back up on his hands. He wrapped the brown leather collar around Collin’s neck again and let the leash hang loose. Collin moved his neck side to side, entertaining himself with the sway of the leather. For some reason, he wanted to giggle. He batted at it with one of his mittened hands and nearly fell over, his other curled-up fist not ready to take all the weight.
Mr. Reevesworth steadied him and applied leave-in conditioner to his hair. Collin suffered through having it rubbed in and then stifled his relief when Mr. Reevesworth came back with a comb and combed it in place. Grateful, he leaned against Mr. Reevesworth’s side and rubbed up against him.
Mr. Reevesworth gave him a rub on the shoulder. “Stay and spread those legs of yours.”
Collin did as ordered. His still hard cock swayed in the air, feeling naked without the cage. He missed it. Mr. Reevesworth cupped his balls and rolled them slowly. Collin swallowed and stilled. Mr. Reevesworth wrapped a leather strip around Collin’s scrotum, then another just below that, separating his balls from his cock. Mr. Reevesworth played with Collin’s cock for another minute, teasing it to greater firmness. Collin lowered his head and gritted his teeth. He was not going to beg. He was not going to beg.
“Amazing, pet. So good for me. Let’s get this pretty cock a little larger. I want to tie up a nice present for Émeric and Damian to see today. These rings should keep you on display.”
Collin made a small cry in the back of his throat. Crawling around all day with a visible hard-on was one of the last things he wanted to do. It was so undignified. So improper. Mr. Reevesworth’s hand came back coated in oil. Perfect, now he was going to go out there red, engorged, and shiny. There was no way they wouldn’t notice. Needy sex kitten indeed. He was going to look desperate and pitiful.
Mr. Reevesworth stroked him to full firmness and snapped the third ring around the top of his cock, tightening it down. Collin groaned and dropped down onto his elbows, shaking. That was…words escaped him. There was just something about being stroked like this when it was absolutely not for his satisfaction. It made his head fuzzy and his chest needy.
“There’s my needy sex kitten. Do you need something in your hole, baby?”
I know I’m not cumming, sir! You don’t have to make this harder.
