Page 23 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
Collin blinked. He was in a cage. And he hadn’t finished his water. He started to move and immediately jostled the end of the tail in his rear and hit the bars of the cage.
He waited for something, anything, inside him to rebel, but there wasn’t anything. Just a need to pee. And perhaps drink more water. Mr. Reevesworth was going to turn him into a fish. He’d never been this hydrated in his life. Did humans really need this much liquid?
His face felt like there was drool on it. He raised a hand to wipe it off. And punched himself in the lip with the glove around his fist. A frustrated whine tried to rise in his throat, but he killed it and slumped down, rubbing his face against his forearm.
Something tapped his rear. He turned to see. Mr. Moreau’s flogger was inserted through the bars of the cage.
“Drink the rest of the water, mon petit chaton, then toilet.”
More water? He already needed the toilet. How did one waddle on all fours because that’s what he was going to be doing.
But without words, there wasn’t much to do except sulk or try to imitate an “I need to pee” dance. Neither was very dignified. Collin groaned in his head and latched on to the nozzle on the water bottle. Practice made faster for sure. He drained the last half of the bottle in a minute flat.
Mr. Moreau had knee pads waiting for him as he crawled out of the cage. Collin shook his head. No way did he have time for that. He bolted down the hallway as fast as he could move on hands and knees. Okay, note to self, those knee pads would have been nice. Get them after!
Mr. Moreau chuckled as Collin left the bathroom with him and gave the knee pads a hopeful look. He knelt down in the hallway and wrapped them around Collin’s knees. They were brown, like his tail.
He also snapped Collin’s leash back on. “Living room, pet. You slept through your last edging. So, we need to do ten minutes this time or twice this hour. I’m inclined to just do ten minutes.”
Collin nodded. That would be better.
Mr. Moreau laughed. “I see you agree.” He led the way to the couch and sat down with his back against the corner by the far armrest, one leg stretched out along the back of the couch and his other foot on the floor. He patted the open cushion space between his thighs. “Up, kitten. I know you’re good and won’t make a mess, so let’s do this somewhere comfortable.”
Collin crawled up and knelt in front of Mr. Moreau. He smiled and leaned forward, cupping Collin’s face in both hands. “I’m so glad you were brave, kitten. Now lie down on your back with your head up here by me.” He patted his upper thigh.
Clear directions. Perfect. Collin executed a half-turn and rolled onto his back, landing pretty much where his new dom wanted him. Mr. Moreau helped him settle. He seemed content to just stroke Collin’s chest and belly. Collin’s eyes started to drift shut.
“Time, kitten.”
The buzzing from the dildo end of his tail shuddered to life. Collin groaned and arched into the stimulation. Somehow it felt stronger than before, sitting right on top of his prostate.
“Do you like that, kitten?”
Did he like it? Yes, yes, he did. Collin rubbed his knee against Mr. Moreau’s leg and groaned in a good way to tell him so.
“Even though you know you’re not going to come?”
Collin nodded.
“Someday, Richard and I are going to put you on your hands and knees and set up a fucking machine behind you just to see how many times you can come for us.”
Collin whimpered and pulled his legs up toward his stomach. Mr. Moreau pushed them back with a soft chuckle.
“Worried, kitten?”
Collin nodded.
“But you’ll still let us, won’t you?”
Collin narrowed his eyes and glared even as he whined and nodded again. Hmm. Communication wasn’t that hard without words. All he had to do was use his face like an emoji.
Mr. Moreau wrapped a hand around Collin’s cock, and everything else disappeared from Collin’s head for a moment. The man’s hands were gentle, exploring the head of Collin’s erection, rubbing across his piss slit, and then tapping down his length to the rings keeping him hard and displayed. “I love this, pet. Richard may enjoy a boy entirely locked away, but I love seeing a boy revealed and forced to stay in the light as well. So, you will have to suffer both for us.”
Collin whined in the back of his throat. The muscles in his thighs twitched with the effort it took to keep them open. Being displayed was so hard. And embarrassing. The buzzing in his hole was relentless, only changing in terms of pattern but not taking any breaks. More or less would be welcome. Even if more meant being flipped over and fucked with a real cock without getting to come. But this buzzing dildo was just enough to make him hungry for more. Which he was not going to get.
“Richard is very good to me,” Mr. Moreau mused. His fingers traced Collin’s balls, pushing them a little one way and then another. He stroked the inside of Collin’s thighs and then back up to Collin’s chest.
Collin heaved a sigh. It was getting more difficult now to stay relaxed with all the stimulation. He needed a distraction.
