Page 63 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Mr. Moreau stroked down Collin’s arm and then cradled Collin’s chin in his hand. “What’s your color, pretty boy?”
Green. All green. But cuddles would be nice. Collin tapped out the rhythm for green to let his sir know. Not that he could really explain the cuddles with taps now that he was gagged. But he did take a step forward and pressed himself against his sir’s chest. It worked.
Mr. Moreau hummed, pleased. He wrapped both arms around Collin and kissed the top of his head. “There you go, good boy.”
They stood like that for several minutes. Collin’s eyes slid shut, and he let himself lean against his sir. It was a humbling sensation to feel his sir’s clothes against his own naked skin. It didn’t seem to matter how many times it happened, the feeling of being humbled didn’t go away even if it was becoming familiar.
It was nice. Comforting.
“Come, kitten.” Mr. Moreau drew Collin away carefully, making sure he was balanced. He gathered the reins up short and held them in front of Collin’s face so he could see them. Then he started to walk.
Collin followed.
At the door of the bedroom, he almost balked, but Mr. Moreau walked straight through to the hallway, the reins tightening ever so little. Collin leaned forward, following the pressure around his head. He widened his stride, and then he was in the hallway, and it was too late to think about it. Mr. Moreau turned left toward the playroom. The door was open. The large wood table had been folded down in the center of the room. It was lower than a normal table at the moment, about mid-thigh on Collin. On top of it, toward one side, was a piece of metal furniture locked onto the surface of the table. It was made out of dark square-shaped metal bars locked together. Three horizontal I-shaped bars were on the table, in the shape of a large ‘I’, and three were vertical. The first two vertical ones were short and topped with cushioned bars that mirrored the ends of the horizontal I-shaped bars beneath them. They were attached to the center of the I-shaped bars, about twenty inches apart, almost like tiny mini hurdles for a puppy to bounce over. The last vertical bar bent at the top in an L shape and a chain hung down from it. It rose up from the left end of the far section and was off center. But the chain reached the center. He had a very good idea where the chain was going to attach to him.
Mr. Moreau led Collin over to the contraption. His fingers made quick work of unhooking Collin’s wrist cuffs from each other. Then he pointed to the floor where there was a solid square wooden stool that matched the table and tapped the table.
Using his hands to steady himself, Collin used the stool and crawled up onto the table.
“Here, pet.” Mr. Moreau swept his hand above the little padded hurdles and tapped the hanging chain. Collin crawled forward. When he reached Mr. Moreau, the first padded section was snug under his hips and the second one pressed against his chest. It was almost comfortable. His hands naturally came to rest by the forward end of the “I,” and he could feel that the lower end of it met him at his ankles. He could let the padded bars take his weight and stay like this for quite a long time. Not to mention he could be restrained on all fours. The cuffs on his wrists and ankles had O-rings on them that could easily be latched to the rings embedded in the main frame. The device was perfectly designed to restrain a human semi-comfortably on all fours.
Mr. Moreau snapped the dangling chain to the back of the bar gag strap. Collin’s skin tingled. He turned his head side to side. The pressure transferred into his mouth via the bar gag. He could shake his head and lean backward, but he could not bend forward or drop down.
“I find certain shapes and aesthetics pleasing,” Mr. Moreau said quietly. He locked first one, then the other of Collin’s wrist cuffs to anchor points in the forward I-shaped bars. “It’s my preference to be able to see your face at all times, which is not always easy for you to do. So, I will help you like with this chain here.” He tapped it. Then he ran his hand down Collin’s back, lifting and adjusting Collin’s torso on the padded bars. “You will be here for a while. Let me see you rest more of your weight on the bars. Good. Relax.” He stroked his palms down Collin’s thighs, then lifted and cradled Collin’s knee. “Although I do not prefer the look, today we will use pads. When I am filming or photographing, I generally avoid them. Today, however, will take time. There will be enough for you to handle without sorer knees than necessary.”
He wrapped soft padded leather around each of Collin’s knees, one at a time, setting them back down gently against the wood of the table. Then he lingered at Collin’s side, petting him from neck to hip and down the backs of his legs.
“So good for me, pet.”
It was easy to be good like this. He knew exactly what his sir wanted of him and where he was supposed to be. The only irritating part was the drool. Collin’s saliva collected on the bar gag and dripped slowly to the table between his hands. But if he tipped his face just right, it didn’t touch his chin.
Mr. Moreau came around the front and wiped Collin’s face with a soft towel. Then he swiped the drool off the table.
Collin sighed in relief
Mr. Moreau patted his shoulder. “It is the one drawback of gags,” he murmured. “But I will handle it for you unless I wish the mess to stay. As I told you, pay it no mind if you can.”
He drew over a bench and sat down beside Collin, still petting him. Collin lowered his head as far as he could, eyes sliding shut. He could stay here for hours, just enjoying this. With the bars under his hip and chest, he could take some of the weight off his hands and knees. It wasn’t totally relaxing, but it was pleasant. That soft fuzzy feeling was back. If he could, he would nuzzle his sir right now. Instead, he moaned softly and arched into Mr. Moreau’s hand. His sir had the best hands.
“Such a good pet,” Mr. Moreau whispered. He kissed Collin’s hip. His hands slid down over Collin’s ass and pulled his cheeks apart, spreading his hole, then releasing, and sliding down Collin’s legs all the way to his ankles.
He kissed Collin’s hip again, moving away toward one of the cabinets. “Milking can be both an act of surrender but also a necessary practice when a male does not regularly practice orgasms. And you, mon petit chaton, have given up your rights to those. Which means that now and again you will be my milk boy.”
Collin still did not know what that meant, at least not exactly. He tracked Mr. Moreau with his eyes. The bar gag silenced questions and forced patience. It was almost nice not having the option of putting in the effort to prepare himself. And besides, Mr. Moreau had already refused to explain what was going to happen.
“Last night, you may have noticed that I asked you if you would give me your cum, not just your orgasms. Many men do not know that one can have their cum taken without being forced to erupt.”
Mr. Moreau returned to the table with a tray. Collin could only see what looked like an odd plate, a bottle of lube, and some small metal pieces. There were more things, but he couldn’t identify them in the moment that they passed his range of vision. He could only halfway turn his head to look behind him.
“Posture, Collin. I know Richard started teaching it.” He reached forward and tapped Collin under the nose.
Nope. He did not need the nose hooks! Collin brought his head up and stared straight ahead, arching his back and keeping his thighs spread.
Mr. Moreau stroked his hands down Collin’s throat, over his chest, belly, and down to his groin.
“Good boy. Hold that.”
Collin blinked and swallowed behind the gag. It was nice to have clear instructions. And to feel like he was doing something for his sir besides being spoiled.
