Page 60 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
Collin whimpered and pushed deeper into Mr. Moreau’s arms, trying to hide from the image in his mind. He was tired. But he wanted to give Mr. Moreau his fantasy. And it was easier than what he’d imagined. He wouldn’t have to hold himself up or even kneel.
“I’ll be content with either option, Collin. So think about what you can handle and then show me your fingers. One finger for a quiet spanking in here; two fingers for out there.”
You’re so in for it. Collin bit his lip and held up two fingers. Mr. Moreau pressed a kiss into Collin’s hair.
“Ah, mon petit chaton, my brave boy. You spoil me. You and Richard both. Even Damian. How did I ever become so fortunate?”
Collin shivered, blushing and feeling warm and soft. Then he remembered he was about to be ass and groin face up on the coffee table. He whimpered. If he knew his Frenchman, the cock cage was not going to stay on.
Who knew he’d ever want a chastity cage to protect him?
Easing himself down on the coffee table naked, Collin could do nothing but blush. Damian lounged on his stomach on the couch, watching. Dinner was on the butler table off to the side. The coffee table was cold. And hanging his legs off the end wasn’t comfortable.
Mr. Reevesworth grinned and reached for Collin’s ankle. “Bum up, kitten.”
Gah!
Collin covered his face with his hands as his master folded his legs up to his chest.
“Hand, kitten.”
Collin whimpered and held out one wrist, keeping the other hand over his face. When would he ever get used to this? All he could think about was how his hole was right there, upturned for everyone to see, not to mention his cock and balls. Well, not his cock, for the moment. It was still encased and submissively probed with steel.
Leather wrapped around his wrist and then his ankle.
“Other hand, chaton,” Mr. Moreau ordered.
Collin obeyed, chest rising and falling fast, face on fire. More leather and then both of his doms let go and stepped back, and he could only lay there, legs forced up and splayed out, each wrist cuffed to the ankle on the same side.
“Bum up, kitten.”
Collin whined. He didn’t have the ability to raise his bum. But Mr. Reevesworth did it for him, grasping Collin’s ass in both hands and lifting him so that Collin’s weight fell mostly on his shoulders. Mr. Moreau pushed a pillow under Collin’s rear.
Now he was really on display. And he’d agreed to this! He could have been in the bedroom, pressing his face quietly into a couch cushion, getting his ass reddened in private.
He must have it bad for Mr. Moreau. Like seriously bad.
Or you enjoy being humiliated. The knowing voice in his own head made him blush harder.
Gentle hands caressed Collin’s caged cock and unlocked it. Fuck. He’d been right. Not like everyone here didn’t know what this did to him, though, right?
Mr. Reevesworth stroked the ends of his fingers over Collin’s free cock. “Such a pretty boy. I love what embarrassment does to you. See how fast he fills up, Émeric?”
“He suffers so beautifully.” Mr. Moreau leaned down and kissed his husband. “Shall I use my hand or the paddle?”
“Just the hand tonight. I haven’t used a paddle on the little one yet.”
“Then let’s not spring that on the poor thing right now. It’s been a rough few days.” Mr. Moreau smoothed his hand over Collin’s upturned ass.
Collin’s eyes rolled back. It felt good, that touch on his skin. Mr. Moreau was thorough, stroking up Collin’s thighs, over the globes of his rear, around the sides to his folded hips, and back to his ass. Two fingers stroked confidently over Collin’s hole. He couldn’t help himself. His sphincter spasmed as if trying to capture his dom’s fingers.
Mr. Moreau stroked back and tapped Collin’s fluttering opening. “Not tonight, kitten. But soon. I look forward to being inside you.”
Collin nodded and whimpered. He still wasn’t allowed to speak.
The first tap to his ass was light. As was the second. His shoulders relaxed against the table as much as they could. This was nice. His skin warmed for a moment before cooling. Not enough.
Mr. Moreau returned. Two more taps, almost swats, but still, too gentle for that, delivered on each half of Collin’s buttocks.
