Page 19 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
But he just tilted his ass upward. His eyes naturally closed as he relaxed, letting whatever it was Mr. Reevesworth was pushing into him open him up. It was larger than anything else Mr. Reevesworth had used that morning but not as large as Mr. Reevesworth himself.
“There’s your tail, kitten.” He dropped something soft and long against Collin’s thighs. It tickled his balls. Collin twisted around, trying to see it. Mr. Reevesworth held up the tip.
It was a soft, fluffy tail the same colors as his own hair. Collin shivered and shook his rear. The plug inside him shifted, making him stop and whimper in the back of his throat.
“Now for your ears.” Mr. Reevesworth picked up a headband with large realistic fluffy kitten ears. Collin narrowed his eyes at them. They were ridiculously cute. He approved of them over silly cartoon ears—even if the idea of wearing them was…meh. They settled on his head.
“You’re ready, kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth picked up the end of the leash. “Come.”
Collin turned, uncertain, and crawled toward Mr. Reevesworth. He was slow. If he could have flattened his hands, it would have been easier, but with the mittens, he had to get used to less surface area to balance his forward weight.
Mr. Reevesworth was patient, taking only a step or two at a time. Reaching the bedroom with its carpet was easier. Collin crawled at Mr. Reevesworth’s heels all the way around the bed and into the walk-in closet. Mr. Reevesworth hung the leash off a hook far above Collin’s head and began to dress. He did not, Collin noticed, put on underwear.
Collin had never been so grateful for the carpet runner in the hallway. He followed Mr. Reevesworth out to the living room. No one was there, and Mr. Reevesworth turned left for the kitchen. Damian’s and Mr. Moreau’s voices floated ahead of them. Collin’s cheeks tingled. He slowed his crawl, dragging out the leash.
Mr. Reevesworth snapped his fingers and motioned him forward. Collin hung his head and scuttled to Mr. Reevesworth’s knee. They entered the kitchen together.
“Morning, pup,” Mr. Reevesworth said.
“Sir.” Damian’s feet approached, and it seemed that Mr. Reevesworth and Damian were exchanging an embrace, perhaps a kiss. Collin was not raising his eyes to find out.
“The kitten looks darling, Richard,” Mr. Moreau murmured, coming closer.
“Isn’t he?” Mr. Reevesworth said. “Come, kitten.” He tugged on the leash and leaned down, putting two fingers into the collar.
Collin had no choice. He had to follow the pull and crawl out in front of Mr. Reevesworth. And now he was in the center of all three men looking down at him.
“Poor thing’s shy, isn’t he,” Mr. Moreau said. He leaned down and scratched Collin behind the ear. “I love his tail, Richard. Excellent choice. It matches his coloring so well.”
“You’ll like what it’s hiding even more.”
Mr. Moreau crouched down. Collin curled in on himself. Mr. Reevesworth swatted Collin’s rear. “Posture, kitten.” And then his fingers slotted into Collin’s nostrils and tugged upward.
Collin mewed in shock. It was one thing for someone to grab his hair, but to have someone pull his head up by his nose… His head moved without him making a conscious decision. It was just like the shower.
“You know the posture, kitten. Show me.”
Tears formed on the edges of Collin’s eyes. He arched his back and spread his thighs, fists planted on the floor, looking like a show dog.
“He’s beautiful, sir,” Damian whispered in awe.
Mr. Moreau ran his hand down Collin’ side and over his hip and then stroked underneath to his belly. “Oh, darling, you gave me a present.”
He dragged a finger over Collin’s engorged cock. Collin couldn’t stop from flinching. He tried to bring up one of his thighs to shield his groin.
Mr. Moreau slapped him on his ass. “Still, kitten.” He ran his fingers over the tip of Collin’s cock.
It was so sore just from being hard and trapped. And sensitive from weeks of not being handled. Collin trembled with the effort not to struggle. After this, he would be ready to beg for the cage. Being hard and displayed like this was much, much worse. He felt…like he was a sex object.
Sex kitten. That’s exactly what he was today.
His belly palpitated. This was what Mr. Reevesworth, Mr. Moreau, and even Damian wanted to enjoy. They were enjoying it. He could see the bulge in Mr. Reevesworth’s pants, and Damian’s voice had already given him away.
Let go. Just let go. Let them have this. Let them have…you.
Collin shuddered, finding that place of emptiness and wildness he’d discovered in the shower all over again. His body relaxed, still holding the same shameless display. He blinked up at Mr. Reevesworth, trying to say what he wasn’t allowed to speak. I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll be good.
“May I pet the kitten, sir?” Damian asked.
