Page 8 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
“Hmm.” Mr. Reevesworth nuzzled Collin’s shoulder. “What do you feel like?”
“A sex doll, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled against Collin’s skin. “Do you like it?”
Collin wiped the wetness off his face and onto the pillow. “I don’t know what to do with my hands.”
“Is that distressing?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmm.” Mr. Reevesworth reached into the side table without withdrawing from Collin. He drew out a pair of cuffs. “Let’s fix that.”
He wrapped the soft padded cuffs around each of Collin’s wrists and threaded them through the bars of the bed, leaving Collin with his arms pulled upward, one limb beneath the pillow and one above. “Better, pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” Mr. Reevesworth drew the covers up over them both. “Now rest.”
Collin almost laughed. He was speared by his master’s cock. His own was engorged and tied, and he was bound to the head of the bed. His chest burned and ached with bruises, and now he was meant to sleep?
“Sir?”
“Yes, pet?”
“We’re sleeping like this?”
“Yes, pet.” Mr. Reevesworth ran his hands down Collin’s belly and petted Collin’s bound cock, playing with the tender wet head and smearing precum over his glans.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Then consider this training, pet.” Mr. Reevesworth ground his hips against Collin’s ass, dragging his dick over Collin’s prostate. “I love sleeping inside a warm, soft hole like this. Now be a good boy and let me have you.”
Have you. The words reverberated inside Collin. Mr. Reevesworth was using him. Enjoying him. Collin’s body grew heavy and floaty as if it wasn’t his anymore.
“Are you using me, sir?” he whispered.
“Yes, Collin.” Mr. Reevesworth continued stroking Collin’s skin, throat to groin, the way one would caress a cat or dog. He tucked Collin in closer and adjusted, pressing a pillow against Collin’s belly so he could half turn Collin onto his stomach and press even deeper into Collin’s hole. “Can you imagine how lovely it is to have a beautiful boy in your arms, softly throbbing around your member like a living sheath, his own cock tied up and trapped, a toy to play with, warming your bed?”
Collin dragged in a shaky breath. “No, sir. Have you done this, like me?”
Mr. Reevesworth’s lips turned upward in a smile against Collin’s back. He nestled in, settling for rest. “Yes, many times. With my mentor. Franklin loved to sleep inside me. One of his habits was to cane me and then take us both to bed.”
“Why?”
“It made me cry.”
Collin stiffened.
“It was a good thing, pet.” Mr. Reevesworth whispered. He stroked Collin’s belly, gently, calming him. “My greatest fault back then was holding everything in. Franklin knew it would be my downfall unless I learned to surrender. There’s nothing like being flayed raw and then held down in a warm bed with another man deep inside you, owning you. He’d made me swallow Émeric’s cum while Émeric licked and sucked me with my cock and balls tied, unable to come. Sometimes he’d give me to Émeric to fuck and then slide back inside me until I’d break and tell them what was weighing on my mind. And then we’d fall asleep like that, Franklin inside me and Émeric pressed up against me.”
“Weren’t you frustrated, sir?”
“Are you frustrated, boy?”
“No, but…” Collin tried to find words. “I think I’m different from you, sir. I’m satisfied if you’re satisfied. I like that you like me, whatever you’ve done with me, caged or like this, it’s enough. I like being made into something for you.”
“Precious pet.” Mr. Reevesworth pressed his lips against Collin’s shoulder blade. “Yes, I was frustrated, sometimes. But I always slept. And then in the morning, after Franklin had woken up and fucked me, he’d release me and let me have Émeric.”
