Page 61 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Collin whimpered. If nakedness could be an emotion, that was what was rolling around inside of him. But Mr. Moreau felt soft and warm, and it was making him even more weepy. The restraints fed the helplessness inside of him, giving him permission to…be? To not try? All of it was filling him up and making his limbs soft and still.
“You’re nice, sir.” And fuck if saying that didn’t make more tears escape.
Mr. Moreau chuckled softly. “The better to play with you, mon petit chaton. I’m going to get the water now. Lie there and let the tears out. It’s good for you.”
He rubbed Collin’s hip and stepped away.
Permission to cry. Sweet mercy, no one had ever given him permission to cry. Had never told him it was good to cry.
Tears leaked from the edges of his eyes, trickled down the bridge of his nose and off the side of his cheek. He wasn’t sobbing, not even breathing hard. The tears were just seeping out of him.
Soft, gentle crying. And it felt good.
Mr. Moreau returned. He lifted Collin’s upper butt cheek with one thumb, the rest of his large, heavy hand resting on Collin’s gluteus maximus. Something thin and plastic slid into the ring of Collin’s anus. Lube squirted up into Collin’s channel. Mr. Moreau moved his thumb, spreading and closing Collin’s cleft, spreading the slick around. Then he slid something else inside him.
Water flowed into Collin’s guts, warmed so close to his own temperature that it surprised him when it arrived. He stiffened, and his eyes widened. He turned his head to stare at Mr. Moreau.
No warning?
Mr. Moreau rubbed Collin’s hip and pretended to ignore him, eyes on Collin’s ass and something on the mat below it, probably the water pouch. He lifted it up a little and Collin whimpered, feeling fresh water trickling into his bowels. He dropped the side of his face to the pad and closed his eyes.
Mr. Moreau continued to rub Collin’s hip. “Good boy. Just lie there and be quiet for me. That’s a good pet.”
The first wave of cramps crept up on Collin, a tightening in his lower belly followed by a spasm. He couldn’t hide his flinch. Mr. Moreau slid his hand up between Collin’s legs, pushing his cock out of the way and lifting Collin’s thigh higher toward his chest.
“There, there.” He rubbed Collin below his belly button, his other hand on his lower back.
Handling Collin any which way he wanted.
More tears trickled from the edges of Collin’s eyes. There were so many different ways Mr. Moreau could have rubbed away the cramps, but he had to reach between Collin’s legs. He tossed his head as the water seeped deeper. The chain around his neck pulled his knee higher, and his arms chained behind him kept him from twisting onto his back.
“Shush. There’s a good boy. You’re almost done with this pouch. Don’t worry. With a little more training, you’ll be able to take this easily.”
Training. Collin subsided against the pad. He wanted to be scared, but he wasn’t. The idea of more of his sir’s hands on him felt good, soothing something inside of him.
“Do you like that, pet? Do you want to be trained for your doms?”
Collin nodded.
Mr. Moreau leaned down and kissed Collin’s ribs. The skin there was so sensitive now. He trembled at the touch of his sir’s lips against his skin.
When the water stopped, Mr. Moreau took his time easing out the nozzle. He tapped Collin’s opening. “Hold.”
Collin squeezed the bud of his ass closed.
Mr. Moreau unhooked the chain on Collin’s thigh from his neck. “Let’s get you to the toilet and let this rinse go. Then we’ll do it again.”
There was something about letting water rush out of his ass that left Collin lightheaded and shivering. Mr. Moreau didn’t spend any time dithering, though. He lifted Collin off the seat by his arms as soon as the water stopped gushing. With his arms pinned behind him, Collin had no choice but to come to his feet, bent over at the waist. He was absolutely not going to think about the state of the toilet bowl or what Mr. Moreau could see. Nope, not happening. Eyes squeezed closed. If anything, he was glad for the handling. Helping him through something like this was absolutely not something he could ask for. Being pushed through was so much better.
Mr. Moreau closed the lid, flushed, lifted the lid, and then sat Collin back down and turned on the bidet function. Warm water squirted over Collin’s nether region, driving away anything unpleasant that might have tried to linger. When the cycle had finished, Mr. Moreau pulled Collin up and ran a warm cloth over his rear, drying him with the same focus and precision as he would have used to clean a counter in the kitchen. Then he nudged Collin back to the mat. A tap on the back of his knee had Collin bending his legs.
It seemed Mr. Moreau preferred physical commands over verbal. There was something comforting about it. Collin dropped to the mat. He was cold. The idea of lying down felt like heaven. A tap on his right hip and then the mat told him his sir wanted him to lie on his side again. He leaned into the large warm hands helping him down and groaned softly as he stretched out on his side again.
Mr. Moreau pushed Collin’s leg up and reattached the chain, making Collin’s ass once again wide-open and available.
Questions drifted through Collin’s head as he shivered. How many more times would they rinse? What was a milk boy? Could he have a towel? Why was he shivering?
Speaking any of those questions was beyond him. He didn’t want to talk. He wanted to drift here in a world where someone else handled everything.
