Page 71 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Collin whimpered, eyes on the floor. “I almost said I didn’t think one cock would be enough, sir.”
“I think we can find you enough cock, boy.” Mr. Reevesworth palmed Collin’s ass. “If I’m not enough and Émeric is too tired, then I’m sure we can tie you down and order Damian to help you out.”
Collin stared at his master. “Guh. I mean, ugh…. I don’t…I don’t have words, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth smirked. “Food, milk boy. Everyone but you has had breakfast. So far, you’ve just been breakfast.”
Mr. Moreau was waiting for Collin in the pull-out bed, a tray of raspberries, cut-up pancakes, cold sausages, and pickled daikon radish on a plate beside him. Collin crawled into the bed, and Mr. Reevesworth and Damian helped with blankets and pillows. Damian had the remote, and he pressed play on a Bugs Bunny episode. Collin tried to feed himself, but that only got Mr. Moreau to growl at him and Mr. Reevesworth to pull the cuffs out from behind a pillow, so he spent the rest of the episode and the next with his hands cuffed behind him eating like a little bird with his doms taking turns feeding him. Damian stretched out at the foot of the bed, and every now and then, he rolled over and held his mouth open for Mr. Reevesworth, who laughed and fed him too.
By the end of the second episode, Damian was imitating some of the characters, and Mr. Reevesworth was answering back with made-up lines. Collin giggled between yawns. His eyes grew heavier and heavier, and eventually, he gave up and curled up sideways against his sir and fell asleep. He woke a little when his doms unlocked the cuffs from each other but left them; he didn’t care. Mr. Moreau was lying down, and Collin tucked himself under the man’s chin.
After a nap, Mr. Reevesworth’s cock did visit Collin’s ass as promised. Collin was not completely satisfied, but he had crashed hard anyway, taking another nap while Mr. Reevesworth and Damian marathon watched a popular action movie series. Sleeping on his stomach between his master’s legs was one of the best feelings in the world especially since his doms had decided he was not allowed clothes and everyone, Damian included, kept petting him.
Mr. Moreau slept almost as much as Collin, though he did join in the movie marathon in part. At other points, Collin saw him sleeping beside Mr. Reevesworth. Damian moved around more, but he mostly spread out either on the back of the couch by his dom or beside him, opposite Mr. Moreau.
It was now early afternoon. Mr. Moreau and Damian had put together a snack tray. Mr. Reevesworth had reluctantly agreed to lunch in bed. They were all eating together lazily, the movie having run out. Collin wasn’t sure if there was another one in the franchise or not.
“Collin,” Mr. Moreau set his water glass to the side on the end table, “do you feel up to talking contracts this afternoon? Or do you need to wait until tomorrow?”
Collin rolled onto his back so he could look up at both his sir and his master. “I could talk now, sir. Are we doing it all at once?”
Mr. Reevesworth stretched and moved toward the edge of the mattress. “Émeric and I meshed our normal contracts together into one document and customized it for this relationship, but we’ve left places for you to add in your own thoughts. I thought we could read through it together first, then take time to digest it separately.”
“Are you getting your computer?” Mr. Moreau asked Mr. Reevesworth.
Mr. Reevesworth grunted and stood up. “Yes. Collin, I can send you a digital copy or bring you a printed copy.”
“Can we share the document so we can all see the changes as they’re made?”
Mr. Reevesworth nodded. “In that case, Émeric, I’ll bring your tablet. Collin, which of your devices do you want?”
“Tablet, please, and my phone too. I should check in with Alice if that’s okay?”
“Of course.” Mr. Reevesworth kissed the top of Collin’s head.
“I guess that’s my signal to go.” Domain started to move.
Collin reached out and grabbed his leg, the only part he could quickly reach. Damian being alone right now felt wrong. He’d been clinging to Mr. Reevesworth ever since the scene that morning.
“Are you all right with Pup staying for this, pet?” Mr. Reevesworth asked.
Collin bit his lip and looked toward Mr. Moreau. This didn’t really feel like his call to make, at least not entirely. “I don’t think Damian should be alone right now, sirs. Maybe…if we talk about something really private, he could wear earplugs? I mean, he’s going to know most of what’s in the contract anyway since we play together. There’s nothing in my current contract I would mind him knowing, and he’s already one of the people I can go to if I can’t go to you.”
His cheeks turned pink. There was a still a chance Mr. Reevesworth would order Damian to fuck him, and he truly wouldn’t mind. At all. So really, Damian had been privy to a lot of Collin’s agreements with his doms. He was kinda part and parcel to them even though he and Damian didn’t have a contract with each other. They really were kink brothers.
“Richard,” Mr. Moreau said, “I don’t mind if you use this as a teaching experience for your boy. I know you’ve been planning to have Damian go through more of this. And I can’t think of anything more private than what we all went through already today.”
“Would you like to stay, Pup?” Mr. Reevesworth asked.
Damian nodded. His eyes were glassy, and he looked ready to cry. Collin threw himself across the bed and wrapped his arms and legs around him. “Don’t cry.”
Damian half laughed, half hiccupped. The sound was suspiciously wet. “You’re not my dom; you can’t tell me what to do.”
Collin giggled and squeezed him harder.
In the background, Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “All right, brats. I’ll be back with tablets. Damian, I’m bringing yours, too, so you can make notes for us to review later.”
As Mr. Reevesworth left the room, Mr. Moreau, his face thoughtful, looked down at Collin. “We should talk about the incident earlier. I hadn’t planned to enter you yet, and we had an expectation set.”
