Page 7 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Mr. Reevesworth released his chest, wrapping an arm around Collin’s chest and claiming his mouth. Collin pushed up into the kiss, meeting his master’s tongue with his own. Mr. Reevesworth’s good hand wrapped around Collin’s cock and jerked it rough and quick. His grip around Collin’s chest held him and continued the torture of his bruised flesh. He rolled in the sensation, willing and powerless, blood pumping in his ears.
“Beautiful boy. My beautiful boy.” Mr. Reevesworth eased back, hand stilling on Collin’s cock. Collin was fully erect and hard now, his precum wetting his master’s palm.
Mr. Reevesworth stared down into Collin’s eyes and jerked him slowly three more times. He paused, just holding Collin in his grip.
“Good boy.”
“Sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth leaned down and pressed his lips against Collin, just a caress. “My good boy. We’re going to tie you now, and then I’ll slide inside you, and then we’re going to sleep.”
“Sir?” Collin’s eyes fluttered. Had he heard right?”
“Sh. You don’t have to understand. Lean forward and put your hands on the bed. Just like that.” Mr. Reevesworth pulled Collin’s knees farther apart and guided Collin forward, putting his hands on the mattress to brace him. He reached for something and came back with a black strip of cloth in his hand. He reached between Collin’s legs and wrapped it around the base of Collin’s cock and balls. It lifted Collin’s cock and balls up and away from his groin, displaying him as an obscene work of art. Collin’s face burned, and tears leaked from the edges of his eyes. He stared down at himself. A bead of pearly liquid grew at the tip of his dick, reflecting the light in the room.
Behind him, Mr. Reevesworth speared him with two slick covered fingers on his good hand. Collin’s fingers tangled in the sheets under his hands. He had no leverage in this position, his knees splayed apart and his ass lifted up on his heels, available and already spread. Mr. Reevesworth kissed his neck and stroked down Collin’s tender chest as he worked Collin’s hole.
Collin cried, head hanging forward. Tears dotted the white cotton.
“Do you need me to stop, boy?”
“No!” Collin’s hand came off the bed, gripping his master’s arm. “Please, no, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth kissed the back of his neck, his fingers starting to move again, spreading Collin from the inside. “What are you feeling, boy?”
Collin had to find his voice. “Raw, sir. Naked.”
“You are naked, boy.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What else?”
“Precious, sir.” If anything, that word made him sob. He shuddered, clenching around the fingers in his hole. He clutched his master’s arm. “I want you, sir.”
“You’re still too tight, kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth pulled his fingers out. Something plastic and cool slid into Collin’s hole; a syringe of lube.
Collin arched his back. “Cold, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth kissed him again and urged him to tilt his head back, bending Collin back to claim his mouth. As Collin opened his mouth to take him in, Mr. Reevesworth sank three fingers into Collin’s dripping ass.
Owned. He was owned. He cried into his master’s mouth, his hole spasming around his master’s fingers.
Slowly, Mr. Reevesworth drew back. “Lay down on your side, pet, back to me.”
Collin obeyed. He wiped his face on his arm as he moved to obey, lying down with his head on one of the many pillows.
Mr. Reevesworth lay down behind him, spooning him. He lifted Collin’s leg and drew it toward Collin’s chest. His cock pressed against Collin’s thigh. Mr. Reevesworth grasped Collin’s ass, spreading it. Collin whimpered, hiding his face against his arms. His master’s cock pressed against his hole.
“Push out, boy. Your master wants a warm place to rest tonight.”
More tears gushed out of Collin’s eyes. “Yes, sir.” He reached back, pulling open his own ass and arching his back.
Mr. Reevesworth sank his cock into Collin’s hole. Collin’s belly trembled and rolled with the invasion. His hole fluttered, gripping and releasing around the large organ spearing him and holding him open.
“Good boy.”
“I don’t feel like a boy, sir.”
