Page 60 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
“Good boy.” He gripped Collin’s chin and stroked Collin’s cheek with the back of one finger. “Remember last night when you agreed to give me your cum?”
“Yes, sir.” Collin gazed back into those deep-brown eyes. They had him as trapped as the shackles around his wrists. Suddenly, he didn’t feel sassy or daring. He wanted to be good.
“This morning, I’m going to take it.”
Collin’s face flamed. He dropped his eyes. “Is that what you mean by milking, sir?”
“Little milk boys don’t get to ask what milking is, pet.”
Collin’s stomach flipped and he trembled. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy. Ask any other question you need to. Now show me your safe signals and tell me your words.”
Collin obeyed.
Satisfied, Mr. Moreau reached up and unhooked the shackles from the ceiling. He opened one, brought Collin’s arms down, and turned him to face the wall, linking Collin’s wrists to each other once again.
Letting go of Collin’s arms, he turned Collin to face him. In his hands he had a short chain with a padlock. “This isn’t a collar, boy. This is a tool for what I’m doing.” He locked it around Collin’s neck. A few extra links hung down against Collin’s chest when he was finished. The circlet it made around his neck was loose. He wouldn’t be able to pull it over his head, but it wasn’t fitted to his throat either.
It was still a mindfuck. Something around his neck. Heavy, locked. Cold but warming to his body. There was no way to ignore it.
Grasping the short length of chain, Mr. Moreau led him out of the shower. In the middle of the bathroom floor was a soft pad the size of a large dog bed.
Mr. Moreau tapped it with his foot. “Kneel.”
Collin slid to his knees on the pad. Thank goodness for Mr. Reevesworth’s lesson in the playroom.
Mr. Moreau crouched beside him, grasping Collin’s shoulder on one side and his hip on the other. “Down, pet, on your side. I have you.”
That was a little scarier and harder to do without his hands. Collin spread his knees and leaned toward the floor. With his arms behind him, bending forward slowly was the best he could do. It was humiliating.
Mr. Moreau held him by his shoulders from behind, lowering him the rest of the way to the pad. With his arms locked behind him, he had to lay a little on his front.
Mr. Moreau gripped the knee Collin wasn’t lying on and pushed it toward Collin’s chest. Collin could feel his hole, alongside his cock and balls, being exposed as his leg came up. He wasn’t going to be able to hide anything like this. He closed his eyes against the embarrassment pulsing through him. One would think he’d be over it by now. But he wasn’t. Far from it. And confusing as it was, he wasn’t at all sure he ever wanted to be over it. There was just something about being embarrassed by his master and his sir.
Mr. Moreau slid a padded strap under Collin’s thigh and locked it to the chain around Collin’s neck. Now he couldn’t move his leg down even if he tried. His cock lay thick but not hard with the tip flopped against the dry mat. Collin forced himself to breathe through the rawness of it all.
Mr. Moreau stroked down Collin’s side. “Good boy. You took that very well. I know it’s humiliating. I want it to be. I want you to lie there, exposed, and suffer for me. You’re being so good.”
The combination of praise and objectification rolled through Collin, throwing him off an emotional cliff. His eyes clouded with tears.
“Such a good boy. We’re going to clean you out.” Mr. Moreau stroked Collin’s drawn-up leg and down to his balls, petting them softly. “I love how bare you are, boy.” He went farther, pressing his finger into the soft area behind Collin’s balls, the area Collin understood to be his taint.
Collin whimpered. That place was tender. And private. He tried to wiggle away, but all he actually did was kick a little with his free leg and jerk the chain around his neck. That didn’t feel good. He stopped.
Mr. Moreau stopped, hands still on him, looking down into Collin’s eyes. “You’re a little weepy, kitten. Is it a lot?”
Collin nodded.
“Do you need to cry out your big emotions, boy? Or do you need to use your words?”
“I think I need to cry, sir. It feels good.”
“Then we’ll let you cry, little one. It’s natural, after all. Lots of little milk boys cry their first time.”
“But you’re just cleaning me out, sir. I’ve done this before. You’ve seen me before. Why does it feel like so much?”
“Hmm.” Mr. Moreau stroked Collin’s belly. “It’s the first time I’m cleaning you out, pet. You’ve never been like this for me.”
