Page 70 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Richard let Collin go, allowing him to drop his head back down on Émeric’s shoulder. He tucked the blanket in better around them.
In time, Collin’s hips demanded he move, and he settled for kneeling over his sir’s lap. It meant he couldn’t press his entire belly against Mr. Moreau’s body, but they could still be chest to chest. Collin laid his head on Mr. Moreau’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around the man’s ribs. The sobs subsided, and they lingered there, both worn out and emptied. Even his sir’s cock was soft now though still somehow nestled inside Collin. He’d never come. It hadn’t been about that.
“Drink, Émeric.”
Over Collin’s head, Mr. Reevesworth gave Émeric something in a mug. It smelled warm. Movement drew his attention, and Collin looked to the other side. It was Damian with a second mug. He crouched down and offered it to Collin.
Collin tried to untangle one hand, but his sir made a displeased sound. Damian smiled and shook his head. He held the mug up to Collin’s lips and helped him drink. Then they just sat there for a long time. Mr. Reevesworth and Damian stayed close though Damian took the breakfast dishes away. Mr. Reevesworth put the playroom back to its normal setting even folding up the big table and rolling it away after wiping it down.
That seemed to bring Émeric back to himself. He shook himself, took a deep breath, and wrapped both arms under Collin’s ass.
“Hang on, mon amor.” He stood, his cock slipping out of Collin but the blanket staying around him. Then he kissed Collin’s forehead. “Richard, will you help me clean our boy? And then I think maybe a movie is in order.”
“What about the pull-out bed in the sitting room?” Richard said. “I’ll have Damian set it up and draw the curtains.”
“Yes. That.”
Whatever energy Collin had summoned for biting his sir abandoned him halfway through the shower. He swayed, and Mr. Reevesworth caught him, wrapping an arm around his back and pulling him in against his chest.
“Crashing, boy?”
Collin nodded. Words were too much. Together, Richard and Émeric washed him. They took the weights off his nipples and his cock and wiped the excess lube from his ass and upper thighs. Outside the shower, Émeric let Richard dry him. Once he was dry, Richard tossed the towel over the counter and bent Collin over. He tapped Collin’s inner thigh, and Collin spread his legs.
“I’m just putting lube in you, pet.”
“You’re just trying to keep me desperate,” Collin muttered. That aching need to be fucked had still not gone away.
Richard laughed. “I like you desperate.” He spread lube around Collin’s hole.
Collin groaned. “I think I’m a slut. At least for you two.”
“I take no issue with this.” Richard pressed a kiss to Collin’s back and wiped his fingers clean on the towel. “Turn around.”
Collin managed to make his limbs cooperate and turned to face his master. Richard was smiling, his eyes gentle and warm, soft even, in a way Collin had never seen before. He held a pair of gold-plated circles with four screw pegs.
He thumbed Collin’s still swollen nipple. “As always, Émeric was inspired. We’re going to keep these soft and swollen.”
Collin whimpered. “With those?”
“Yes, these are nipple clamps though a gentle version that can be worn long-term. You’re already plump enough they should stay easily.”
Collin braced his hands on the counter behind him and watched as Richard slipped the circles around each nipple and then delicately turned the screws so that the four points tightened down around his swollen nubs, pinning them in place in the center of the ring. Every point of contact and tender nip of discomfort seemed to travel straight to his hole and that aching submissiveness in his belly.
Mr. Reevesworth tugged on each clamp, making sure they would stay in place even with a bit of force. Collin’s head fell back on his shoulders. “Sir.”
“Tender, pretty boy?”
“Yes, master. And still empty. Why am I so needy?” He brushed away two tears. Where had those come from?
Mr. Reevesworth pulled Collin in and hugged him with both arms. “You’ve been through a lot. Let’s go settle you on the couch. We’ll feed you and hydrate you, and if you still want it after a nap, you can have cock.”
Collin opened his mouth and then slapped his hand over his lips.
“What were you about to say, Collin?”
Collin groaned. “I’d rather not, sir.”
“No, go on.”
