Page 5 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
“Émeric is the epitome of responsibility, yes. Are you responsible for your mother’s choices, Collin? Or her happiness?”
Collin’s shoulders slumped. “No, sir. But aren’t I an ungrateful son if I don’t think of her and try?”
“Which is why you’re here. And why you cleaned her house today. And why you called her from the hospital a few days ago. Not giving someone everything they could want is not the same as disregarding their wants. It merely means that one may have limits on what one can give.”
Collin’s knees felt weak. Mr. Reevesworth guided him over to the large stuffed chair by the window and sat down, pulling Collin into his lap.
“I don’t think I’d thought of it like that before. It’s always been this thermometer in my head and anything less than full to the top was less than what I was supposed to be.”
“What about with us?” Mr. Reevesworth tipped Collin back so that Collin’s legs were over the side of the chair and his head and shoulders rested on Mr. Reevesworth’s arm. Like this, he could look up and see his master’s face.
“There’s no thermometer, sir. It’s more like a choose-your-own adventure. There are different ways we can be good together, and you seem to like so many of them. We can’t live all of them, but we pick and choose, and as long as we’re being good versions of ourselves, then all of the choosing is good.”
Mr. Reevesworth studied Collin’s face, eyes soft. “You’re doing well, pet. I do like your choices. I’m proud of you for not hurting yourself and for talking with me. I’m proud of your choices today. And I’m quite enjoying mine.”
Collin blushed. I’m his choice!
Mr. Reevesworth looked at his bandaged hand. “If you still need a spanking, I can, but it will have to be with a paddle. Or I can give you pain in another way. But it feels like you need this more.”
“This, sir.” Collin nuzzled in close, putting his head on his master’s shoulder.
In time, they showered together, Collin insisting—to Mr. Reevesworth’s amused pleasure—in handling all the soap. Afterward, while Mr. Reevesworth canted one lean hip against the bathroom counter, Collin carefully spread salve over Mr. Reevesworth’s hand. It was healing but still raw. Collin kissed Mr. Reevesworth’s palm, where the skin was whole, and rewrapped it with fresh gauze. “It’s looking better, sir.”
“I have excellent care between you, Émeric, and Damian.”
Collin smiled.
Mr. Reevesworth uncapped Collin’s eye drops and pulled Collin in against him, tipping Collin’s head back. “Look at the ceiling, pet.”
Collin obediently looked upward, blinking furiously as the drops washed over his irises. “I think my eyes are almost better, sir.”
“How’s the soreness?”
“Nearly gone.” Collin used the hand towel to dab away the extra moisture leaking from the edges of his eyes and onto his cheeks.
Naked, Mr. Reevesworth guided Collin to the bed. The sheets were white and clean though not as soft as the ones at home.
“We forgot the cage in the bathroom, sir.” Collin turned to go back.
“Leave it off tonight.” Mr. Reevesworth guided Collin into the bed with one hand on his lower back. Collin let himself tumble forward onto his hands and knees and crawled across the mattress. There was no sound behind him. He looked back.
Mr. Reevesworth was still standing, staring at Collin’s ass.
Collin blushed and dropped his eyes, staying where he was. “Do you want something, sir?”
“Just thinking of some of the things Émeric likes and how we’re going to be able to give them to him.
“Sir!” Collin dropped his forehead to the bed.
A large hand grabbed his ass cheek and squeezed. “You make this so easy, kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth put his knee on the bed and leaned over Collin, sliding his hands to Collin’s chest and pulling him upright. Collin followed the pull and fell back against his master’s chest. Mr. Reevesworth’s hand wrapped around the front of Collin’s throat. His other stroked Collin’s hips and groin, trailed up his belly, and found his nipples.
“Just a little pain, pet.”
Collin closed his eyes, his hands coming up and gripping his master’s forearm. “Yes, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth played his fingers over Collin’s nipples, first one, then the other, sensitizing them and making them stand up. Collin whimpered softly, hips bucking at nothing. How had he never known he was so sensitive before meeting this man? Now the mere brush of Mr. Reevesworth’s fingers had him thickening between his legs and his skin tingling in anticipation of more.
“Beautiful.” Mr. Reevesworth whispered, looking over Collin’s shoulder and gripping Collin’s dick in his hand.
