Page 54 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
“The way that you need to be needed,” Mr. Moreau said, “in this we are the same. I need to give, to comfort, and to care for my partners. But I also have another side.” He paused as if uncertain.
Collin squeezed his hand.
Mr. Moreau braced himself. “This side of me is demanding, Collin. I push my submissives. And this is part of me that you’ve woken. It is not a part of me I demand you fill. I demand it of myself. And this is why we have to talk.”
“What’s the demand, sir?”
“Art. I paint. I write. I can tend to this part of myself on my own, and I have, mostly, for the last several years. But my greatest form of expression, before Enzo was taken from me, was the human body. Richard says that I became mute after his death, and he’s partially right. Enzo was my instrument. He gave me something none of my other partners could give me. I would tie him with rope, work him into frenzy or ecstasy, drain him of everything, fill him until he was sweating and trembling. I dressed him, sculpted him, hung him like art on the walls, covered him in paint, and photographed him. Sometimes I posed him and painted him on canvas. I was the sculptor, and he was my clay. Pliable. Willing”
“Do you still have them, the paintings and photos?”
“Yes.” Mr. Moreau’s fingers curled against Collin’s ribs.
There was a sea of pain floating around them. Collin curled in, holding his sir tight. Mr. Moreau drew him closer and held him. “I’m steady, pet. Time doesn’t dull the wound, but it wears off the shock and gives one back the wider world. I think that’s why I was ready to see you for what you are.”
Mr. Moreau and Collin went to bed together without Mr. Reevesworth or Damian.
In the bathroom after brushing teeth and tending to other things, Mr. Moreau removed Collin’s cock cage. “I have plans. No coming, though.”
“Yes, sir.” Hanging free like that was odd. Collin shook his hips and looked down at his cock. He’d gotten used to not seeing it.
Mr. Moreau chuckled. “Come, pet. Bedtime.”
Collin padded after him into the bedroom and crawled up on the big bed. “Do I get to ask what these plans are, sir?”
“No, but I will tell you that they’ll happen in the morning. I’m going to show you some of what I enjoy if you want to know.”
Collin rolled over onto his back. “I want to know.”
Mr. Moreau finished putting his phone away to charge and joined Collin on the bed, pulling him into his arms. “How do you feel about chastity?”
“That’s what we’ve been doing, right? With the cage?”
“Essentially, though not necessarily for the chastity aspect. Richard’s been using it to teach you to ask for help.”
Collin flushed and curled up into an even smaller little spoon. Mr. Moreau chuckled and tightened his arms, squeezing Collin until he relaxed.
“I’m not really driven by orgasms, sir. They just kinda happen? It’s a thing, but I don’t think about them or plan for when I can get away and yank one out, like some guys say they do. And then after I cum, I’m tired. Sometimes that’s annoying. I like what we’ve been doing. It’s better. I mean, just having an orgasm seems boring now.”
“How would you feel about not controlling your orgasm at all? Not knowing when or if you would get to cum for weeks or months at a time.” Mr. Moreau’s voice was soft and uncertain. That wouldn’t do.
Collin rolled over so that he was facing his sir and put his hand on Mr. Moreau’s’ naked chest. The man’s pec fit perfectly into his hand. Just for fun, Collin squeezed it a little. Mr. Moreau leaned into it.
There was no good reason to resist. Collin leaned up and pressed his lips against Mr. Moreau’s. “If I truly needed to cum, for my own good, I know you would let me. You and Master might be a little bit sadistic, but you’re not cruel. So, I’m fine with that. If you want my orgasms, then you have them.”
“Just like that, little one?” Mr. Moreau whispered, watching his face.
Collin nodded, then blushed, and smiled. “Does it really mean that much to you? Are my orgasms something you want?”
“Yes.”
Collin pressed his lips against his sir’s again. This time, Mr. Moreau caught him before he pulled away, putting a hand behind Collin’s head and kissing him back. Collin arched up into the contact. Mr. Moreau could kiss. He had soft, large lips that moved and pressed and slid perfectly over Collin’s own. His tongue was soft, and he tasted like cinnamon.
One minute turned to two. When they broke apart for air, Collin had to blink and remember what they had been talking about. He stared into Mr. Moreau’s eyes. “My orgasms are yours, sir. You can put it in the contract tomorrow. From now on, you and Master decide about them. And I’m trusting you to figure it out together. I’m going to keep assuming that you both agree on whatever I’m told to do.”
“That is the correct assumption.” Mr. Moreau pressed his lips to Collin’s forehead. It felt like praise. “Will you also give me your cum, boy?”
Such an odd question. “Yes, sir. My orgasms and my cum, sir. You and Master can have them. Though that feels like they are the same thing.”
