Page 47 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
“You’re tight, kitten,” Mr. Reevesworth noted. “I haven’t been tending to you as much as I should, have I?”
Collin whimpered. What kind of answer was he supposed to give to that? Yes? No? We’ve been busy?
Not that one seemed to be required. Mr. Reevesworth’s first finger sank into him, taking away almost all other thoughts. He couldn’t seem to find balance. His hands moved back and forth, trying to locate a decent position to hold himself up in, but with his legs dangling without contact point, he was flailing more than bracing.
“Calm down, pet.” Mr. Reeves pressed a hand against Collin’s lower back, bending him over double. “Be still.”
Collin let his elbow buckle and hung there. Thank goodness, the back of the couch was well cushioned or his hips would have been screaming at him, bent double like this. The new position moved his rear up even higher. Mr. Reevesworth hummed to himself and spread Collin’s ass with his thumbs. Air flowed where it had not been before. Embarrassment burned through Collin’s nerves.
“So pretty, kitten.” His master stroked the pad of his thumb over Collin’s hole, then speared him with two fingers.
He groaned. The muscles in his thighs trembled, and his buttocks twitched.
“You can pet the kitten, Pup. Make sure he can breathe, please.”
A gentle hand threaded into Collin’s hair, pulling it away from his face, and a knee pressed against his shoulder, holding him in place. It helped a lot. Collin gusted out a sigh. What it didn’t help with was the freaking embarrassment. Those fingers in his ass were doing things. Like making squelching sounds with the lube. Which Damian had to totally be hearing.
“Such a good, pretty hole for me, kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth pressed a kiss to Collin’s hip. “But you’re tight. We should probably have you wear a plug for a while this weekend. But first, to get you open so I can use you.” He pressed his fingers apart.
Collin whimpered. It was one thing to be fingered on a bed, but to be dangled like this in the middle of the living room?
Gah! I’m never going to stop being embarrassed.
Tears pricked his eyes, but his belly was flip-flopping, and his chest was going soft and gooey with the feeling of being handled and displayed. It did things to him. Even the embarrassment. Perhaps especially the embarrassment.
The fingers inside of him were moving more easily now. Mr. Reevesworth pulled out and squeezed more lube over his hole, then stuffed his fingers back inside. Collin keened, trying to kick. A slap against the back of his leg stopped him.
“Be still, pet. Your master is trying to fuck you, but you’re too tight.”
A thrill ran through Collin’s chest. He whimpered, going half limp in obedience.
Mr. Reevesworth stroked a finger down Collin’s ball sac, pushing apart his testicles and rolling them. Inarticulate sounds tumbled out of Collin’s throat. Forget pet, he was a toy.
“I like you bare, kitten. I think I’ll keep you like this always, pale and pink. Always ready to be exposed.” Mr. Reevesworth tapped Collin’s balls lightly with one finger, sending jolts up Collin’s groin. Then he scissored his fingers and sank a third one into Collin’s channel.
A low moan tumbled out of Collin’s mouth and into the back of the couch. Exposed, indeed.
His master’s fingers withdrew, and the soft, tight head of an aroused cock brushed his taint. Fingers dug into his hips, adjusting his position, and thumbs pried his cheeks apart, cleaving his cleft and leaving his hole spasming and open.
“So good for me, pet. So obedient and soft.”
Mr. Reevesworth pressed forward, the head of his cock catching in Collin’s channel. For a moment, there was pressure, and Mr. Reevesworth hauled Collin a little farther toward him, almost away from Damian’s support, his fingers marking Collin’s sides, and then the angle was right.
Collin wailed as Mr. Reevesworth’s cock plowed into him, forcing him to open deep down inside.
“So good, pet.”
“Yes, sir.” Collin blinked back water from his eyes and sniffed. Being hung half upside down evidently made your face watery.
Mr. Reevesworth settled, his groin against Collin’s upturned ass, his balls resting against Collin’s. He pressed in a few times, grinding himself as if he could go any deeper. Every flex and twitch transferred straight into Collin’s body from both the inside and the outside. He couldn’t help the litany of tiny sounds falling from his lips.
Mr. Reevesworth stilled as if finally satisfied. He stroked Collin’s back and leaned forward so he could see Collin’s face.
“Do you remember your safe word, kitten?”
“Yes, sir. If I need to, say red.”
“And will I be mad if you need to say your word, pet?”
