Page 56 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Mr. Moreau reached down and gripped Collin’s cock, thumbing the slit. “Perhaps one here.”
Collin’s breath stuttered in his throat. It was impossible not to arch into the pressure. By all that was good and wonderful, he loved how much more confident his sir was with touching him now. But it still embarrassed him, being touched so casually. How could he keep being embarrassed by something he loved? There was just something so humiliating about being grabbed by his cock like someone else owned it and yet also so gratifying.
“I don’t like those pictures of guys with bars up the side of their dick, sir. But a ring through the end, I think…” He made an inarticulate sound of frustration and smashed his face against Mr. Moreau’s chest.
“Tut-tut, pretty boy. Out with it.” Mr. Moreau peeled Collin off his chest. “What do you think?”
“I…I…I think I would just about die of mortification if you put a ring there and…and…and put me on a leash.” The last words came out in an almost inarticulate rush. Thank goodness, he wasn’t in speech class.
“Oh?” Mr. Moreau chuckled, and this time, the sound was dark and almost evil. “Is that so? I could do all kinds of things with a ring on your pretty little cock. I could chain you. I could hang weights on you. I could plug and lock you without using the cock cage. I could put another ring in your taint and link them together, tuck that prick of yours back between your legs as if you were gelded.”
Collin shuddered, both hands clinging to Mr. Moreau’s arms and shoulders. He whined in the back of his throat.
Mr. Moreau’s laugh turned predatorily speculative. “What if I pierced you somewhere else, kitten?” He rolled Collin onto his back and straddled him, sitting up with his legs on either side of Collin’s torso, then stroked down Collin’s chest, and plucked at Collin’s nipples. “I could pierce you here and dangle jewels from your aching little buds. They’d sparkle in the light. Or I could pierce you here.” He tapped the underside of Collin’s nose. “A ring here and a chain, and you would follow me anywhere. Or here.” He touched the lower lobe of Collin’s ear. “I could make earrings out of my personal crest and make you wear it every day like a tag.”
Collin’s eyes widened. “You could do that?”
“Yes. I had my personal crest designed years ago. Richard’s family has a coat of arms. I wanted one of my own.”
What would it be like to walk around with his men’s marks on him? “Can I see them? What a tag might look like?”
“Of course.”
Collin woke warm and comfortable between two larger and warmer bodies. Somehow, in the middle of the night, he had ended up below the pillow and was wonderfully pressed in between both of his doms, each with a leg on top of him and their hands tangled together over his head. They were talking in French, and from the direction of their voices, their heads were close together.
“I think our kitten is awake.”
Collin yawned and squirmed onto his belly so he could look up at them. Impulse hit, and on instinct, he kissed both his master and his sir on their chests.
Would they ever ask him to use their first names? What would it be like to think Master Richard and Émeric Sir? Sir Émeric felt odd, but Émeric Sir sounded respectful and unique. Or perhaps it was all the time he was spending studying Chinese. Words like mister or teacher came after personal or given names in Mandarin.
Not that it mattered. But perhaps he should ask about names when they negotiated the contract. Though he liked Mr. Reevesworth. Reevesworth had a ring to it, an authority and a weight. Wait, could he have pet names for them? They had names for him. So many names. It was a question he was going to have to work up courage for asking.
“Good morning, Master. Good morning, Sir.” Collin smothered a yawn.
“Good morning, pet.” Mr. Reevesworth reached down and palmed Collin’s rear, squeezing a little. “How did you sleep?”
“Like I was dead. What…” Collin paused to yawn again. “What time is it?”
“Almost time to get up. Émeric has plans.”
“Hmm. Yes.” Mr. Moreau leaned over Collin, meeting his husband in a kiss. Collin’s cock started to plump against the mattress. His sir and his master were beautiful together. He squeezed his thighs together. He was not going to touch himself. Especially not this morning. He’d just promised them his orgasms.
Mr. Moreau and Mr. Reevesworth drew apart and looked down at Collin in unison. Collin froze. One of these men was enough to make him weak. Both of them observing him like prey at the same time was too much. His belly turned to jelly.
Mr. Reevesworth reached down and hauled Collin up against him, bracing the back of Collin’s head in his hand and kissing Collin forcefully on the lips. “Let’s rinse you off, little one.”
“We should do inside and out.” Mr. Moreau sat up and stretched. “I’ll be back soon.”
An inarticulate sound of trepidation trickled out of Collin’s throat. Nose hooks. Was Mr. Reevesworth going to use those on him again?
“Worried, pet?” Mr. Reevesworth smirked. He swung over the side of the bed and stood.
Mr. Moreau flipped the covers off Collin’s legs as he left the bed from the other side. Collin pulled his knees up to his chest. “Cold!”
Mr. Reevesworth laughed and grabbed Collin’s ankle. “Come, pet.”
Collin glared but started to crawl toward him. Mr. Reevesworth pounced as soon as Collin reached the end of the bed. He caught Collin around the backs of his thighs and at his shoulders and hoisted him into the air, for all the world as if Collin were a dog being lifted into a car or onto a table.
