Page 3 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
Collin whimpered and obeyed. Everything was running through him; there was a roaring in his ears.
“When you have a new pet under you, Damian,” Mr. Reevesworth said, “and they are skittish like this one, make sure they know where you are. Like I’m doing here.” Mr. Reevesworth ran his hand up and down Collin’s back and stroked his thigh. “Sometimes you want to drag out the moment right before penetration. That moment is just as important, if not more important, to the psychological aspects of play for a submissive as the moment of being breached.” He massaged the base of Collin’s spine, one finger trailing toward Collin’s hole but not quite touching, then retreating up to Collin’s back.
Small, desperate sounds tumbled out of Collin’s throat as he trembled. Please, please let me do this. I want to do this. Why is it so scary?
“Take your thumbs, Pup, and massage around his opening. As much as you want to leave an impression with the first thrust, you want it to be about being opened, filled, and claimed, not broken. So, massage around that ring right as you prepare to enter—at least until you know the pet well enough to know how their hole will accept you.”
“Yes, sir.” Damian’s thumbs pressed against the edge of the muscular ring of Collin’s hole. It felt good. The fear receded, and the good embarrassment won for just a second, making Collin soft and weepy.
Then the head of Damian’s hard cock poked at Collin’s balls as he worked, reminding Collin of what was about to come. Raw fear surged.
“Damian,” he whispered.
Damian’s hands stilled, but they didn’t lift away. “Yes, Collin?”
“We’re still…kink brothers, right? Even after you fuck me?”
Damian’s hands slid down Collin’s thighs. He sank down on his heels and pressed a kiss to Collin’s hip. “Yes, Collin. Still kink brothers.” He wrapped his arms around Collin’s legs in a hug and squeezed. “I think the world of you, and that’s not going to change. Remember, you’re helping me. You’re teaching me.”
“Okay.” Collin sniffed.
“Do you need to safe word, Collin?” Mr. Reevesworth said softly. He stroked the hair back from Collin’s face.
“No. I want to, it’s just…” Collin blinked hard, trying to stop shaking.
“He’s literally about to become the entire family’s fucktoy, Richard,” Mr. Moreau said. “I think he just realized that, didn’t you, pet?”
“Yes, sir.” Collin smiled tremulously up at him.
Mr. Reevesworth leaned down, kissing his forehead. “I have you, Collin. Every humiliation, every submission, every surrender I ask of you means you are mine. You are safe. You are wanted. You are treasured.”
Collin shuddered. He raised his head meeting his Master’s eyes. “I feel that there’s no going back, sir.”
“There’s no going back from every moment of our lives, beautiful boy.” Richard slid his fingers into Collin’s mouth. “There is only rebirth.”
Only rebirth. The words rang in Collin’s ears. Not being broken but being made new. He swallowed around his Master’s fingers and drew back slowly, kissing the tips.
“I’m yours, sir.”
“Damian?”
“I’m good, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth shifted on the bed and lifted Collin’s head and shoulders into his lap. “Wrap your arms around me, kitten. Pup is going to fuck you while I hold you.”
Collin’s head went on Mr. Reevesworth’s thigh, and his arms wrapped around his waist. Mr. Reevesworth reached over the arch of Collin’s back and ran his palm over his upturned ass. He stroked Collin’s hole. There was no stopping the reflective spasm. He was so sensitive there. Mr. Reevesworth gripped Collin’s thighs and pulled them forward, leaving his ass even more upturned.
Collin gasped.
Mr. Moreau moved around the bed and sat where Collin could see him.
“Isn’t he beautiful, Pup?” Mr. Reevesworth murmured to Damian.
“Yes, sir.”
“So obedient for us.” Mr. Reevesworth kissed Collin’s lower back, just above his ass. “I want to see you inside my kitten.”
“Yes, sir.”
