Page 17 of Collin, Episodes 10-12 (The Residency Boys #4)

Mr. Reevesworth was lifting him from behind, folding Collin’s legs in half and setting him back down.

But not just down—n o—he was setting him on .

Mr. Moreau was dragging him forward, clinging to him.

His pants were open, and his cock was at Collin’s hole.

And now he understood. He reached out, steadying himself against Mr. Moreau’s shoulders and breathed out, taking his sir’s length in him.

His knees were pressing up against the back of the couch just under his sir’s armpits, and he was splayed in a way he’d never imagined he could be shaped, but it didn’t matter.

He wrapped his arms around Mr. Moreau’s neck and kissed him, hard, squeezing his hole around his sir’s cock, pressing his bruised nipples against his sir’s naked chest, holding him in every way he could find to hold him.

The blanket came back, a shadow of warmth that fell from above, and was tucked around him and his sir.

Collin dropped his head to Mr. Moreau’s shoulder and squeezed with his whole body, arms, legs, ass.

There were tears all over his face that weren’t his own, and his sir was shaking, his heartbeat pounding against Collin’s chest.

He was speaking, and he didn’t even know what he was saying at first. “I have you, sir. I’ve got you.

I’m yours. You’re not too much for me. I want you.

I want everything you want to do with me.

I want to be your milk boy; I want to be desperate for you.

I want to be your kitten and your kitchen helper.

I’ll wash your dishes and cuddle you, and you can tie me up and take pictures. I promise. I have you. I love you.”

Between sentences, he kissed whatever part of his sir he could reach with his mouth. All the while, his dom sobbed. Deep, hard, almost silent sobs.

Mr. Reevesworth stood by the chair, one hand on Collin’s back, one hand on émeric’s shoulder.

He had tears on his face too, but they were all for émeric.

And maybe, though Collin wouldn’t ask at that moment, also for Enzo and the piece of émeric’s heart that had gone to the other side to stay with his love.

Collin looked up at Mr. Reevesworth. His master nodded, reassuring him, and reached out, squeezing Collin’s shoulder. He kissed the top of Collin’s head. Collin turned his face and caught his master’s lips with his.

Richard kissed him. Not Mr. Reevesworth, not his master, not his dom. Richard.

Collin’s heart swelled. He’d never been kissed with love for two people at once before, but he could feel it in this kiss, his master’s heart overflowing for both émeric and Collin.

Loving émeric through Collin. He and Richard were a pair, both holding the man they loved, each anchoring him in ways that only they could do.

Not sharing. Reinforcing.Not competing but trusting, relieved to no longer be alone. In so many ways.

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.”

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.