Page 62 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
“You have goose bumps or horripilation. I prefer that word.” Mr. Moreau ran a hand down Collin’s arm. “That’s normal. Your body will adjust. I’ll keep an eye on it. If you feel too cold, tell me or give me one of your signals.”
Collin nodded.
The syringe slid into his hole, replaced a moment later by the nozzle again. And more water. Mr. Moreau reached between Collin’s legs and massaged his belly. He hummed quietly to himself as he worked. After a minute, he took Collin’s testicles in his hand, lifting and moving them up and down, pushing his balls apart inside Collin’s sac, testing their weight in his fingers, stroking the sensitive area between them and Collin’s hole.
Handled. Collin’s thoughts stuttered and turned to fog. That emotion of total nakedness crested and rolled through him, mixed with abject objectification. There was just something about being handled without verbal warning or any additional permission. The way Mr. Moreau took Collin’s surrender at face value and trusted in his rights, amusing himself with Collin’s body and examining him as property.
It made him feel small and soft, bashful, perhaps, though maybe that was not a strong enough word. He wanted to hang his head and drop his eyes, but he was already lying on the floor.
“Up, up, pet.”
Collin had entirely missed the end of the water. They got through standing up, releasing, and lying back down again. As soon he was on his side, he relaxed, eyes closing. He didn’t even bother moving as Mr. Moreau pulled up his leg and chained him again.
Mr. Moreau stroked his back. “So good, pet. One more time.”
So much of his life he’d lived in his head, but lying there on the mat, his thoughts were places other than his head. Not that he could really explain it. There was something about touch, about the past few weeks, how he’d started working out, thinking about food, dressing in different clothes, being naked with others, touching, and being touched.
There was more of him now. More nerves in his body experiencing more sensations. Wider awareness of his senses. Before he’d lived from the neck up, everything important rattling around in his skull, making it ache, but now he was living in his whole body, feeling things, following instincts.
Thoughts slipped through him and evaporated under his sir’s softly stroking hands. He arched into the touch, tossing his head and straining his back to get more of it. Fingers plucked at his nipples.
“Sir!”
Mr. Moreau chuckled. “Easy, boy.”
It was back to the shower for one more full-body soap and rinse. Collin shifted his weight from side to side and sucked his stomach in and out, looking down at it. He couldn’t touch it, of course, with his hands shackled above him again.
“I look flat, sir. It feels empty.”
Mr. Moreau was behind him. He reached around and stroked Collin’s belly. “A good anal rinse can do that. It means you’re ready to be played with.” He dragged his blunt fingernails up Collin’s side, catching every ticklish rib.
Collin shrieked, prancing in place. He couldn’t even rub away the tickling sensation, meaning it lingered. “Sir!”
Mr. Moreau laughed and wrapped both arms around him, kissing the side of Collin’s neck. “There, there, pretty boy.”
“Ugh, It still tickles, sir.”
Mr. Moreau ran the palms of his hands up and down Collin’s sides. “Better?”
Collin sniffed. “A little, yes.”
Mr. Moreau dried Collin off and left him chained in the shower with the door open so they could still see each other. He dressed in what he had been wearing before, and then he took out a black leather lead and leather cuffs. Coming back to the shower, he lowered Collin’s arms, exchanging the shackles for the soft leather, then fastened Collin’s wrists behind his back again, and added a set of cuffs to his ankles. Using the end of the chain around Collin’s neck, he led him out to the bathroom counter.
In a tray on the counter was a leather band in the shape of a U, attached to a soft silicone bar. Mr. Moreau picked it up, unfastening the clasp on the leather band, and stepped behind Collin. He held the bar up in front of Collin’s face.
“Open, pretty boy.”
Collin parted his lips. Mr. Moreau pressed the silicone bar between Collin’s teeth. It forced Collin’s jaws apart about an inch and spread his lips wide. There would be no opening or closing his mouth. Mr. Moreau buckled the leather behind Collin’s head. He fiddled with the front of the gag, forcing it back farther between Collin’s teeth and carefully checking to make sure his lips weren’t caught.
He stepped around to Collin’s front and studied his work, stroking Collin’s cheek. “Perfect. You will drool. Pay it no mind.”
Collin gave a soft, resigned groan. Drooling was awful. Mr. Moreau only smiled.
He picked up a length of leather with clips on either side and clipped each end to the metal rings on the sides of the bar gag. Holding the leather loop in his hand, he guided Collin’s head to the left and the right. Just soft pressure, no words. But he had full and complete control of Collin’s head.
Fuck. Collin whimpered. Now he felt like a horse.
Mr. Moreau ignored him, eyes on Collin’s neck. He unlocked the chain and discarded it onto the counter. It certainly wasn’t needed now. Between the bar gag and what amounted to reins, Mr. Moreau had full control.
