Page 59 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
“I have a gift for you, a naked little pet.”
Gah. Collin gripped the chains holding his arms up, his legs trying to buckle. What these two did to him… Why did he like it when they talked about him like this?
Mr. Moreau stepped into Collin’s line of sight. He wore white linen lounge pants and a shirt with a deep slit down the chest but no buttons.
“Such a pretty pet, Richard. And you washed him for me. Thank you.”
Mr. Reevesworth stepped to the side, running his hand down Collin’s naked front and stroking Collin’s cock before letting go and stepping back. “All for you, mon cœur. I thought you’d prefer him naked and ready.”
“Hmm. Maybe next time the bar gag or the bite gag.”
“Noted.”
Mr. Reevesworth stepped toward the exit of the shower. Mr. Moreau caught him around the waist and pulled him close. They kissed, wrapped up around each other, until they were both bracing themselves in the doorway. They parted slowly, lingering against each other, breathing each other in.
“Shall I flush the boy’s ass, love?” Mr. Reevesworth murmured. “Or do you want to do that yourself?”
Mr. Moreau hummed, leaning in to nip at Mr. Reevesworth’s lips one last time. “I think I like this, you leaving me a pretty thing strung up in the shower.”
“Perhaps almost as much I enjoy leaving the pretty little thing strung up for you, mon bonheur.”
Mr. Moreau’s smile stretched across his face. “Is that so?”
They kissed again. Collin closed his eyes and hung his head. It felt right to wait there, head down, restrained, and awaiting their pleasure.
A hand stroked down his belly. “We haven’t forgotten you, pet,” Mr. Reevesworth murmured.
Collin blinked away fog. “I’m fine, sir.”
“We know being ignored is a limit for you,” Mr. Moreau reminded him.
“I’m not…” Collin frowned trying to pull thoughts out of the mist that had become his world. “You weren’t ignoring me, sirs. That wasn’t ignoring me. I was still…involved, sirs.”
Hopefully that made sense?
“Hmm. We’ll clarify what you sense as ignoring, then, precious boy. Émeric, I’m going to go make breakfast with Damian. Do you want me to bring anything else to the playroom?”
“Coffee? If you don’t mind?”
“Of course.”
“Feel free to bring your pup.”
“You sure?”
Mr. Moreau chuckled, a tiny bit of evil pleasure creeping into his voice. “Cows and goats don’t hide when they get milked. Why should little milk boys? It might take a while for his milk to drop the first time.”
Collin couldn’t help himself. He tried to cross his legs. Not that he could hide anything with his arms stretched out over his head. Milked? What did that even mean? He was absolutely going to need to spend more time looking up kinks. Then he might have a chance in hell of knowing what his doms were planning.
Or you could just let them play with you.
Collin squeezed his eyes shut. Now even his own thoughts were making him blush. When would he ever stop turning red?
Maybe never.
“Petit chaton.” A fingertip trailed up his ribs. Mr. Moreau; his touch was unmistakable. Collin shivered.
“Sir.” He opened his eyes, feeling drunk.
