Page 6 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Collin groaned. It was so rare that his master held him when he was hard. He was going to thrash or run. Days and days trapped in confinement had left him tender and superlatively aware of each point of contact. “Sir!”
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled in Collin’s ear. “Do you know one of the reasons I enjoy keeping you in a cage so much, pet?”
“No, sir?”
“This. The animal a man can become when he’s let out.”
Collin whimpered and tossed his head. “What am I going to become in another few years?”
“This and so much more, especially as we train you. Someday Émeric is going to have you on your hands and knees on a table, hard and dripping at a mere word.”
“And what will you make me, sir?”
Mr. Reevesworth reached lower, cupping Collin’s balls. “I would have said ready and willing, caged or not, but you surprised me, kitten. You were all that on your own.” Mr. Reevesworth brushed a finger against Collin’s hole. “You already are willing to take me with no thought to your own orgasm.” Mr. Reevesworth kissed Collin’s cheek. “I’m going to train you to be beautifully shameless. Graceful in any position, willing no matter what is asked. Strong enough to hold any form I place you in.”
Collin shivered as Mr. Reevesworth’s fingers stroked his taint. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.” Mr. Reevesworth stroked back up to Collin’s chest. He rolled Collin’s nipples between his fingers again. “I can’t decide whether I want to pierce these beauties and chain you by them, walk you on a leash from these tender nubs, or if they should stay virgin and untouched.”
“There are other places to place a leash, sir.”
“Yes.” Mr. Reevesworth’s hand wandered lower again, gripping Collin’s cock. He tapped the tip of it at Collin’s slit. “I could put a gauge here, pierce you, and leash you by your root. It’s satisfying, indeed, to do that to a man.”
Collin whimpered. “If you want to, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth kissed Collin’s neck. “I haven’t decided. Émeric and I have to discuss it. I could leash you here.” He touched Collin’s nose. “You’re already so docile and willing. I could lock your wrists behind you and leash you to a hook on the wall with a thin gold chain of rubies. I have one. And you would stay there, wouldn’t you kitten? Giving me those big patient eyes of yours even if I was edging you. You’d stand there, shivering and whimpering, tears running down your cheeks and cum dripping from your cage, helpless.”
Collin’s hips bucked into empty air. His dick was hard now, and he had zero expectations he would be coming tonight. “Yes, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth trembled, pressing his forehead against the arch of Collin’s neck. “You’re a drug to me, Collin. I want you under me, and I want to raise you up and give you the world.”
He passed his fingernails gently down Collin’s ribs and traced his hip bones.
“Brace yourself, pet.”
He slapped Collin’s cock with the flat of his fingers.
A guttural cry broke out of Collin’s throat. Fingers latched around his right nipple as he reeled in shock. They bit down, applying pressure to the tenderness. Collin writhed, arching up into the sharp, clean burn.
Teeth clamped down on his neck. Collin’s vision blurred. His head dropped back, offering up more of his undefended softness to Mr. Reevesworth’s teeth. His master released the first nipple only to grip and twist his other. Collin’s head rolled on Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder. He shivered, unable to stop himself. The only thing keeping him upright was his master’s arm around his shoulders.
His cock bobbed. Mr. Reevesworth stroked it once, slowly rubbing his thumb against the round end.
“Sir.”
“Hush, boy. I have you.” Mr. Reevesworth slapped it twice.
Shock and burn rippled through Collin’s body, tingling out into his hands and feet. He slumped. Mr. Reevesworth let him slide down into a kneeling posture on the edge of the bed, his back still against Mr. Reevesworth’s belly, knees splayed apart and his buttocks resting on his heels. Mr. Reevesworth’s hands roamed Collin’s head and shoulders. Endorphins spread inside Collin’s body, making the world hazy and warm.
Fingers gripped Collin’s nipples again, both sides together this time. Collin’s mouth fell open, and he looked up into his master’s face. “Sir.”
“Don’t come, boy.”
His chest was so tender. The flesh of his areolas was warm and puffy from the abuse they’d already suffered. A broken honorific tumbled from his lips as Mr. Reevesworth pinched and twisted his nubs. Their eyes locked together.
Anything, sir. For you, anything.
Collin’s breath came in quick, shallow pants, air gusting across his tongue. His body was vibrating, softly twisting, and arching with barely any motion up into the torture. Tears leaked from the edges of his open eyes. His arms hung helpless at his side.
