Page 27 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
“You can do it, kitten.”
He whimpered and let his outer leg fall off the couch. The strikes petered off. He floated in a perfect world of warm hands and throbbing aches. Someone sank a syringe of lube into his hole. He whimpered. A tap on his warm ass shut him up. The dildo with his kitten tail was pushed back inside him. It was just so perfunctory. Something inside him curled up and howled big pitiful tears of objectification. He was small and helpless and so, so handled.
He was weak for being handled.
Mr. Reevesworth gathered him up in his arms, kissing him on his forehead. Collin curled into the man’s chest and pressed his nose against the man’s neck. He smelled good. Small and helpless was okay. Maybe even nice. He would like to stay this way all day, please and thank you.
Behind him, Damian and Mr. Moreau opened pizza boxes and served food. Delicious smells filled the room.
“Here you go, Richard. Do you want me to cut some up?”
“Please.”
There were more sounds. Collin snuggled, content, until Mr. Reevesworth tapped him on the rear. “Floor, Collin.”
Collin blinked blearily. Mr. Reevesworth pointed to the floor between his knees. Collin slid down, and Mr. Reevesworth caged him in with his legs. He made a show of wrapping Collin’s leash around one of his hands. He raised an eyebrow. Collin smirked and hid his blush by pushing his face in between his dom’s legs. Mr. Reevesworth chuckled and stroked Collin’s shoulder.
Around and above him, Collin listened to the three men eating and speaking occasionally to each other. Peace settled into his chest. Tears escaped from the edges of his eyes. He brushed his cheeks against his dom’s pants. But they kept coming. Warm, fuzzy feelings filled Collin’s chest. Mr. Reevesworth seemed content to let Collin’s heart overflow and have its moment of pleasant overwhelmingness without interrupting him. Thank goodness. He didn’t want to talk about it. He just wanted to be it.
Mr. Reevesworth tapped the top of his head. “Open, Collin.”
Collin turned his face upward, mouth opening. Mr. Reevesworth smiled down at him, pride in his gaze. He placed a square of cut-up pizza against Collin’s lips. It was his favorite, applewood bacon and pineapple with olives and two flavors of white cheese. He wrapped his lips around the morsel. Mr. Reevesworth wiped away Collin’s tears and smiled.
“You’re beautiful, Collin.”
That only made the tears come harder, but he smiled through them now. Mr. Reevesworth kissed him on the top of his head and let him cry it out on his own timetable.
Bite by slow bite, Mr. Reevesworth fed Collin pizza. Sometimes he turned Collin’s face upward and gazed down into Collin’s eyes, wiping away tears and stroking Collin’s nose. Eventually, the tears stopped on their own. Mr. Reevesworth released Collin’s wrists and eased the mittens off to check Collin’s hands.
“Against my better judgment, I’m going to leave the mittens off for now,” Mr. Reevesworth said, rubbing Collin’s fingers out gently. “It can take some practice to wear them comfortably for a long time, and you’ve already had them on for several hours. Which means we’ll have to use locks to keep you from getting yourself out of things.”
Collin giggled. Mr. Reevesworth chuckled and rubbed Collin’s nose with his knuckles. Collin licked his hand. The world was small, safe, and soft.
Mr. Reevesworth caught Collin’s face between his hands and leaned down, kissing Collin on the forehead. “Go over to Damian, kitten. I think watching your spanking gave him a situation. I want you to help him with it. Can you do that for me?”
Collin glanced over his shoulder. Damian was sitting there in the stuffed chair, his legs spread and an obvious erection in his pants. He smiled a little shyly. It was the closest to bashful he’d ever seen his kink brother. Collin turned back to his dom and nodded.
Mr. Reevesworth unhooked Collin’s collar. “Go, then, kitten. It’s almost time for some edging. If I turn it on, I don’t want you to stop helping Damian, understood?”
Collin nodded over his shoulder and crawled around the coffee table with the pizza boxes and sat pretty with his hands in front of his knees, his rear resting on his feet. He nuzzled the inside of Damian’s knee. Damian spread his thighs, making space. Collin kissed his way up one side to the crease at Damian’s hip. This felt right, natural. If he raised his eyes and saw Damian’s face, he might lose his nerve, but down here with his eyes focused on nothing but what was right in front of him and his dom’s order in his head, the world was simple and easy.
He went back to Damian’s other knee and kissed his way up the inside of that thigh. He smoothed his hands over the kisses on both sides and nuzzled the bulge of Damian’s cock. It smelled warm and familiar, like the man himself, with a strong hint of the soap he must have just used before lunch.
He put his hands to Damian’s belt and pulled it loose, laying it to the side. His fingers eased the buttons free. He dragged down the zipper. Damian lifted up, helping pull his pants down a little. Collin kissed his leg again in thanks, and he pulled Damian’s briefs down, coaxing out his cock and balls.
“Oh, kitten,” Damian murmured. His hand went to Collin’s head.
Collin kept his focus on Damian’s balls, kissing them gently and dragging his tongue over each one.
Damian sank back in the chair, groaning a little. That was encouraging.
Collin rose up a little on his knees. He nuzzled and rubbed his nose along Damian’s cock and licked it once from base to tip. Damian was fully erect now, the skin smooth and a little tight. It looked good. Collin swallowed Damian’s cock down in one smooth motion.
“Oh, shit, Collin.” Damian’s hand went into Collin’s hair.
Collin pressed his hands down on either of Damian’s thighs and relaxed his throat, taking his kink brother as deep as he knew how to go.
“Better…than I…imagined,” Damian rasped out.
